The clock spins back and forth
And for what its worth
I'm keeping track of time
Then losing my mind
Moving hands, falling fingers
Lost memory still lingers
No matter how much I try
To believe is just to lie
A minute, like December
Once past, then I remember
The shame I confuse with hurt
Like pain mixed within dirt
Then I see the fading hour
It gives me incentive, gives me power
To gather dripping pieces of my mind
Arrange, distribute them in line
But the clocks keep spinning
Fact is, I'm never winning
Losing, time running out
And the end is arriving now
The clock spins forth, back
And I'm whirling, whirling out of whack
No use to try to keep track of time
For I've already lost my mind
