Ah, clock on the world
Driving a dump truck up to the sun
A sigh in the human heart

I look at the clock on the wall
It says three minutes to midnight
Faith is blind when we're so near

Phar Lap floating in a jar
Seas full of submarines, A.W.A.C.'s like flies
Truth gets harder to define
Talking in tongues

But the dancer's hand grips the rail
And fingers will blister on the 88's
Hope drains out the side of the page

CHORUS
But ears can't hear
What eyes don't see
And you can't see me

Everybody say God is a good man
Everybody say 1, 2, 3
Set up those gunsights in H. G. Wells' backyard
I.C.B.M.'s, S.S. 20's they lie so dormant yet they got
So many

CHORUS

Remember your childhood
Remember the journey
Hope is what you say and do
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