What time is it, the old man said to me.
Time for conversation with no fee
We have to pay the therapist to hear
Why we feel we need to live in fear
Friends are better as they know our ways
Know when we are having a dark day
But everyone is suffering angst and dread
For God has gone away to haunt the dead
The old man prayed when he awoke to dark
Asking Jesus for some light, some sparks
But why wait till the end is drawing near
And angry ghosts pollute the atmosphere
Enlightenment is what they called it once
But reason cannot teach us how to dance
How my heart sings 