The Garden Rush

[Verse 1]
In this one of many possible worlds
All for the best, or some bizarre test
It is what it is, and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest

[Pre-Chorus]
The arrow flies when you dream;
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away
They tick away

[Chorus]
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect;
So hard to earn, so easily burned
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect;
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect

[Verse 2]
In the rise and the set of the sun
Till the stars go spinning, spinning round the night
Oh, it is what is it is, and forever;
Each moment, a memory in flight