I watch the second hand

As it stumbles past that number 12

It's such a vicious hand

That pushes everything away from me

So young, with all the time in the world

You run and hide

Mapping out so many dreams, so many plans

When so much is new

The ticking of the clock is just to quiet to hear

When so much is new, nothing seems to matter

Time etches itself across your face

The ticking just gets louder

Those maps that we made when we were young

They start to fray and tear at the edges

The places we wanted to go slowly disappear

And when the ticking stops, and we all notice the silence

It's the sound we could all hear, but we chose to ignore it

It's the sound we could all hear, but we all chose to ignore it

As we keep growing up, we're just waiting for the ticking to stop

And as we start giving up, that sound keeps on getting louder