The sands of time are falling,
and the weaver, she is calling
to this quilt she’s sewn sublime,
and I’m trying to step in time.

The hands of time keep ticking,
and I’m finding myself wishing
that I could just slow it down,
or at least keep you around.

I will hold the hands of time
if you will hold mine,
and maybe all together
we can make these threads unwind.

But still they weave and dance
as we are left with one last chance
to try and make the pattern flow
the way we want our lives to go.

And if we start investing now,
maybe we will find
that we can make our hearts
and our lives intertwine.