Here the clouds are never really moving They've, stopped just overhead to cover all the ground Here the clocks are never really turning They've, stopped the hands of time and never go around Here we are, and then we're not Here we start, and then we stop All that we can do, is of you All that we can do Here the ground, is never really moving Under, feet that once upon a time could get around Instead we wait, never moving forward Hoping, someday soon just to be found Here we are, and then we're not Here we start, and then we stop All that we can do, is of you All that we can do