The bidding of time, getting stuck in my mind,
There’s a boat to row.
Two hours later, back in my neighborhood,
Where everythings just dull.
Still looks the same, they remember my name,
Stepping in for a cup full.
There’s a big city man, I used to rumble with him,
Back in High School.
The slow cruel hands of time,
Turn you into molten lava or mud.
-Band of Horses