Time will slow you down If you're lucky A chance to be ground Into the earth The wind playing with your sands Before you leave this land Impatience kills good chance Slow down Slow down Slow down Better not count on winning There may be no race Better not scorn the old Wisdom may need a slower pace When the pressure of youth are gone Sing a vaster song What mattered so much Time seeded with it's touch Something age brings With invisible things Freed from broken dreams Grow old Grow old Grow old Better not kill it in youth You might pass through that portal Better not count on dying You just might be immortal It seems a long wait For treasures beyond the gate And your looks and prizes aren't worth taking with you The trumpet blares Of youthly cares Might obscure that view Theres more Theres more Theres more Something age brings With invisible things Freed from broken dreams