Rule Of Time

The sun was going down in the northern part of town

The moon was rising high through the clouds

The old folks going home and the young one's going down

Town to mix it up and all fall round

The old man looks the same as he justifies his name

And Cindy-Jane is waiting there for me, na...na...na

Time looks on in amazement

It smiles at the damage it's done

It tells you to keep on moving

It never tells you when you're wrong

Cindy-Jane and me, we're sitting in a tree

We're looking down, we're out of sight, we're having fun, na...na...na

The late night bars are closing, and the girls are going home

A child without a father sits alone

The morning brings a new day

Thank God the old one's gone away,

We'll never see it again.

A grey man in a grey suit, he stands there looking proud

But when the sun slips away, he goes too, ne...na...na