is that why i can't sleep?
watching the pendulum swing
on that old grandfather clock?
how much time left has he got?
what are the marvelous adventures
that run through his mind?
why can't he tell them to me?
why can't i live through
his memories?
oh sweet old man
there's no place i'd rather be
and nothing i'd rather do
than wait on you hand and body
until you're called
until you find your peace
until the voices are silenced
and you can finally get
a good night's sleep
i guess we're in the same boat
is that why i can't sleep?
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