Time is a-wasting; yes it is,
Yes it is; and the gum seems to be
Running out of flavor now.
I think I see the DJ yawning;
The lights are back on
And the balloons have all fallen.
I think the girls want to go up
To the hotel rooms now
Wash off all their makeup
Take off their long dresses
And sleep for a while.
I think the guys want to go
Down to the pool and stand
Around the white whirring lights
Near the water, just to have a smoke
And look up at each other in silence.
I can see the staff picking up;
Stacking the chairs while we drone
On the dance floor.
But It’s not the tapping of the shoes;
Or the music, or the screaming
Or the laughing, or the teeming voices
Of exhaustion that I hear; no.
It’s the ticking of her wristwatch
And the drudging sound of failure,
Incremental as the night runs,
That drown my ears and remind me
Of the never-ending truth:
Time rests not when we sleep; it
Wakes not when we wake nor dies
When we collapse into the dirt;
It is the one immortal that exists,
Intangible and true; and goes on
As everything crumbles into history
But I believe there’s just too little
Of eternity tonight to do anything about us.