Old man time, wisdom and rhyme   Seeker of reason, reaper of time   Born to a spell, he walks the beaten path to hell   Rusty shackles of time burden his mind      Once on his side, time turns to defy   In a flash of the lightning he's come and gone   The clock strikes the hours, he climbs to the belfry   As he's done a thousand hours before      Many dark years, not a vacant hour   Through war and fear had the bell been ever strayed   Hypnotized, rhythmic pendulum synchronized   With the beat of the old man's heart      Man or machine, he's living a dream   Forever the clock lives so does he   Faces below fade with seasons of long ago   Forever awake in his brass bed, he holds the key      It's all a matter of time   There is no reason or rhyme, is there?   Traveler in time   Another left behind, you are      Tangled in the web of time, you've swallowed the pill of illusion   Writings so clear on the wall, you waste in seclusion   Mirror reflects the mark of the crowfoot in his eyes   Now he realize      Nearing his hour he climbs to the belfry   As he's done a thousand hours before   Moon of blue is in the sky, West wind he whispers why   Sacrifice living for life, his perpetual vice      Lonely win blows through his empty soul   He cries a river of tears on the clock below   Nothing's forever and time will tell   His tears rust the clock and he died as well      It's all a matter of time   There is no reason or rhyme, is there?   Traveler in time   Another left behind, you are