| All those antiquated stories they get boring |
| You keep talking 'bout the man you could have been |
| Always preaching 'bout your younger days of glory |
| And you swear to Jude your memories are pristine |
| From that little soapbox pulpit you’ve been clinging |
| Cursing out the God of opportunity |
| Over forty years that rotary phone ain’t ringing |
| Cause you’ve been disconnected from reality |
| Don’t get caught |
| Under the hourglass |
| You’ll be buried in the past |
| As you’re watching time collapse |
| All the wealth has turned to ruins |
| All the legends, they fell back |
| I know you’re searching for the answers |
| You’ll be digging through the ash |
| So don’t get caught |
| Under the hour, hourglass |
| Beat drops and the party starts, it’s all up-tempo |
| But you’re dressed in your best, you demand a waltz |
| In life you don’t always choose the instrumental |
| But if you’re dancing all alone then who’s at fault? |
| Don’t get caught |
| Under the hourglass |
| You’ll be buried in the past |
| As you’re watching time collapse |
| All the wealth has turned to ruins |
| All the legends, they fell back |
| I know you’re searching for the answers |
| You’ll be digging through the ash |
| So don’t get caught |
| Under the hour, hourglass |
| This I know, the old world is gone |
| It ain’t nothing like before, you gotta move up and move on |
| Oh this I know, those days are no more |
| You’ve got to let it go, 'cause it’s gone, gone, gone |
| Don’t get caught |
| Under the hourglass |
| You’ll be buried in the past |
| As you’re watching time collapse |
| All the wealth has turned to ruins |
| All the legends, they fell back |
| I know you’re searching for the answers |
| You’ll be digging through the ash |
| So don’t get caught |
| Under the hour, hourglass |