Everything seems to move so slow When the days are a burden to fill I've got to stop feeling so low Got to get to the top of that hill I see from my window sill I see in the midodrine pills The terrors of time And it's all on mine And it's all on mine I miss all of the green The sharp sweet smell of pine The morning reflections' sheen And the dividing line The reaching vine Didn't see the signs Of the terrors of time And it's all on mine It's all on mine