Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you ...
caught up in circles confusion,
is nothing new....
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind ...
suitcases of memories,
time after....

sometimes you picture me,
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said...
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds ....

if you're lost you can look, and you will find me...
time after time
if you fall I will catch you...I'll be waiting
time after time...