The arrow flies when you dream
The hours tick away, the cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away....
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away....
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time, a garden to nurture and protect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time, a garden to nurture and protect
In the rise and the set of the sun
'Til the stars go spinning 'round the night
It is what it is
'Til the stars go spinning 'round the night
It is what it is
And forever, each moment a memory in flight
-- Neil Peart (Rush) 2012
