When I take the clock's hands and follow Will you be able to point out All of our moments Which ones will you remember Will the days we spent be etched in stone or sand Everything I've said Everything I've done And everything I am Is here, but only now and then It goes like the wind Approach the end, hand in hand With my eyes closed tight, it just might feel right And at the end, tell my friends With my eyes closed tight, everything felt right When it is my time to fade Everything that could've been Is in the yard with the dog My days strung into years and into a bow Placed on a box and under six feet of dirt