Hourglass

The years drift by

Hourglass in the hands of the reaper

Misused time

Spent in bar rooms and brothels and squandered

Every day and night

Working alleys and cards games and pushers

The years drift by

Shaking hands with the reaper

"Days come, days go

The faces blur the same

Some stay, some don't"

"Days come, days go"

Man of God still drinks alone

"Sins stays, hope don't"

Nights come, nights go

"The dirt all moves the same

Some live, some don't"

Nights come, nights go

"Sin stayed, hope don't"