Rhythmcat, jeong_songs, Stewart McKie
Dm, F, G
Time is fleeting, the future's receding, the big clock on the wall is counting down, down, down.
The little hand shakes, the big hand takes, picking up scraps from their overflowing plates.
I'm sittin' here feelin' so serene, the goats in the yard eatin' tangerines.
I am here, so serene, the goats in the yard eatin' tangerines.