When all the birds in the sky
Can't be seen
And im waiting there patiently
Watching the hands of time
As the dark sky draws near
Alone I've been through the night
With nothing but a ticking hand
To break that sound of silence
As the seasons pass
In the same spot I'll be
The years rushing by
In the blink of an eye
But my friendly ticking is still here
My company, my old familiar sound
Then one day there is nothing to hear
Me still sat here
In the same place
That i resided in all that time ago
Becomes all but silent and no longer home.
