Man of the Hour
Tidal waves don’t beg forgivenessCrashed and on their wayFather he enjoyed collisions; others walked awayA snowflake falls in may.And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing outCause the man of the hour is taking his final bowGoodbye for now.
Nature has its own religion; gospel from the landFather ruled by long division, young men they pretendOld men comprehend.
And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this townThey’ll all come ‘roundCause the man of the hour is taking his final bowGoodbye for now.
And the roadThe old man pavedThe broken seams along the wayThe rusted signs, left just for meHe was guiding me, love, his own wayNow the man of the hour is taking his final bowAs the curtain comes downI feel that this is just goodbye for now.