It’s midnight and I’m driving home
Nick’s mopping the floor
The closed sign’s on the coffee shop door
Unsweetened, Unquestioned
Night dawns to day; tomorrow from today
There is thinking, no thinker
Time moves on…
Nothing’s constant, nothing’s constant, nothing’s constant… I’m GLAD!
It’s autumn, a nip in the air
Raking the fallen leaves
And shoveling the snow out in the cold
Untouched, Unknown
Spring blooms again; And its beautiful day
There’s flowers, no gardner
Time moves on…
Nothing’s constant, nothing’s constant, nothing’s constant… I’m GLAD!
Move on… with time…
Take now… to make mine…
There is reasoning, no reason
Time moves on…
Nothing’s constant, nothing’s constant, nothing’s constant… I’m GLAD!