Clock Without Hands

Once there was a man who slept for all his life Everything he did seemed set, date and time Once there was a man who wept on discovering A life of sleepwalking had made him forget All of his dreams There's an endless web That binds us together Strings soft as a featherbed Tying us down A clockwork life is filled with few incidents And none of them caused him much surprise The road from A to B was always the same it seemed It offered him some kind of comfort Like a rope around the throat There's an endless web That binds us together Strings soft as the touch of snow Tying us down Once there was a man who slept for all his life Everything he did seemed set, date and time Once there was a man who wept on discovering A life of sleepwalking had made him forget All of his dreams