How'd we get here, my old friend?
The walls in this hospital keep twisting again
And our pendulum puts these numbers on beat
How'd we get here from where we were?
Keep time, as we grow old
Fortified by panels, every morning it plays any song
And those little green numbers kept marching on
Past when I started that new job
In '82 or '83 when it was still just us
Keep time, as we grow old
Nobody ever writes down happy endings
Not to say this wouldn't make for a good story-
Lord knows we've had our share of grief
But still- this belongs in the space beyond the page
Keep time