Dad never started drinking 'til he was thirty-fivenAnd once he found the powernHe made up for his lost timenGo outside and catch a cricket, then unplug the phonenSaid their singing kept him companynWhen we'd leave him alonennThose were days of feeling awkwardnBeing seventeen and suchnHoping I could find some comfortnIn a deacon's daughter's touchnI'd spend time out in the desertnFeeling lonely with a friendnAnd we'd talk about leavingnBut it was years before we didnnOh the time moves slownAnd you can't go where you want to gonBut, oh the time slips awaynDay after day, day after daynDay after daynnWell I found myself a genienSaid she'd grant a wish for menAnd all I had to do for hernWas love her endlesslynSo I asked my dad about it and he saidnSon, life's a game we playnSo I closed my eyes, held her and saidnTake me awaynnLet's live in a lighthouse on the Maritime shorenAnd we'll hang a wreath to lonelinessnUpon our lighthouse doornBut we never made the ocean, she never followed throughnShe said the day she leftnYou know, I really thought you knewnnOh the time moves slownAnd you can't go where you want to gonBut, oh the time slips awaynDay after day, day after daynDay after daynnWell I went back home to see my dadnAnd I walked through the doornTo his photographs of Hank and JohnnynLying on the floornHank had a hole shot through his mouthnAnd Johnny in the headnThere were crickets in the hallwaynAnd Dad awake in bednnHe was sitting in the darknessnWith just a cigarette lightnSaid he went a little crazynSometime in the nightnI never asked him about the picturesnThough it was clear to menHe shot 'em for the lifenAnd the man he wouldn't bennOh the time moves slownAnd you can't go where you want to gonBut, oh the time slips awaynDay after day, day after daynDay after daynnOh the time moves slownAnd you can't go where you want to gonBut, oh the time slips awaynDay after day, day after daynDay after daynnDay after day, day after daynDay after day