The days and weeks just pass me by and just like you I let them fly
Time's growing tired, I'm growing old, time's passing by, or so I'm told
Those days when you are feeling low, nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Nights without love, no-one to hold, time's passing by, or so I'm told

But if someone would take my hand, perhaps they'd make me understand

Someone would come like in a dream to show me what I've never seen
To teach what I've never known and tell me what a day can mean
But no-one comes to change the scene, my body's tired, I'm feeling cold
The nights grow long, the day is old, time's passing by, or so I'm told.