Nothing’s constant
February 16, 2011
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!