It’s a holiday, a modern day,
A day to change your life, make it new and bright.
Business bound by people all around,
Bring him down like the rain, tie him down, ball and chain.
Hogtie him on the railroad line, waste-case that’s out of place, yeah.
Hear the church bell chime in the middle of your mind.
It’s a broken toy that he’s cherished all his life,
And built this shrine with the help of Father Time.
It’s a windin’ road, a heavy load,
A home away from home, a place to roam;
It’s a fractured rain of consequences, host another life.
It’s a different point of view when the old man points at you and says what to do.
Hogtie him on the railroad line, waste-case that’s out of place, yeah.
Hear the church bell chime in the middle of your mind.
It’s a broken toy that he’s cherished all his life,
And built this shrine with the help of Father Time.
With the help of Father Time.
Hogtie him on the railroad line, waste-case that’s out of place, yeah.
Hear the church bell chime in the middle of your mind.
It’s a broken toy that he’s cherished all his life,
And built this shrine with the help of Father Time.
With the help of Father Time.
With the help of Father Time.