I'm a seer of the things to come
All but times of tomorrow
Everyday I'm just wasting life
Oh with nothing left to borrow
But who's now to blame
When you find you've wandered time
No broken bones
In a world of clay and stone
Like the beaches, the pouring rain
The statues of time that will outlive the pain you've known
You're bruised and shattered
And you think to yourself
What does it matter
See the moss on this house I've built
Oh it's grown far lighter
Let it pass, let it wash on by
Now I know I'm not the writer
But who's now to blame
When you find you've wandered time
No broken bones
In a world of clay and stone
Like the beaches, the pouring rain
The statues of time that will outlive the pain you've known
You're bruised and shattered
And you think to yourself
What does it matter
Maybe the thunder's growing strong
Waiting for you all along
New light pressed against the glass
Reaching for your boarding pass