Time’s No Good

Under trees we go, breaking moonlight through the leaves. We can't see them grow, guess we'll just have to believe. 'Cause they grow so slow compared to our heartbeats, but it's good to know they'll be taller next we meet. And so time goes. But the fog hangs low like old birthday balloons. And the fog falls quiet like our cold breaths, saying words. So we're walking slow through the chill that fills the moon, through the night so silent, time becomes our footsteps heard. And so time goes. On the ebb and flow, tides licking at the beach. But the waves don't know we're on our tiptoes, out of reach. How the moon must like its blue light on the sea. But the rising tides won't reach you and me. And so time goes. Time's no good, it can't get anything to stay. It tries every second, every minute, every day. Time's no good. It's a memory machine, 'cause a moment's not a moment 'til it's already been seen. Time's no good. It can't get anything to last, 'cause the future is only the past growing fast.