Nobody young understands how it passes
Time is a river without any end
We splash and we dive and we race to the surface
Impatient to see around every bend.
Days, they do fill, with all manner of matters
Matters of pride as each skill we acquire
Mastery grows, so we too, grow as ladders
That struggle to reach what we think we require.
Take it from a friend
From a ways down the road
It’s a beautiful gift
We receive when we’re born
The thing that we call time
The thing that we call time.
Life goes on and before too long
As our heart’s desires become clear
On and on in a race we run
Against doubt and worry and fear.
(But) Should you see stars brush the trees up above you
Moonlight cast shadows wherever you tread
If life’s misadventures can’t help but delight you
Forget every word that an old man has said.
(Or) Take it from a friend
From a ways down the road
It’s a wonderful gift
That cannot be replaced
The thing that we call time
The thing that we call time
The thing that we call time
The thing that we call time.