The old king sat upon his throne
Carved by masons from finest stone
He traced his fingers across the face
Of a god chiseled in the post
And as he pondered his life and fate
He sensed his time on Earth was late
So he lit his pipe and entertained
Himself blowing rings of smoke
[chorus] He felt time sifting through his hands
Along with his earthly demands
The hands of time drag on
And drag everything along
There is no past or future
only now
Was the world any easier in a simpler time?
Was the king any happier with less on his mind?
As the clock of the world pushes winter to spring
So the force inside drives a future king
The old king strode through the portico
Where servants gather when work is slow
He studied the tapestry on the wall
That spoke tales of long ago
He watched the warriors with lust in their eyes
He heard their anguish and battle cries
And as he gazed entranced in awe
He swore he could feel them die
As he pondered his past and days to come
He wondered what changes would come along
[chorus] He felt time sifting through his hands
Along with his earthly demands
The hands of time drag on
And drag everything along
There is no past or future
only now