Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

Night turning into the day
Day turning into the month
Turning into the year
Like the turn of the screw
Like a flip of the switch
Like the grind of the gears
The world keeps spinning
Timed to precision
The bull keeps bucking in the rodeo side-show
I didn’t know it standing in the rain
I’m just ghost here rattling my chains
And I’m tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm again

Fish turning into the frogs
Turning into the snakes
Turning in the birds
Time turning into the dreams
Turning into the thoughts
Turning into the words
The clock is ticking
And time is talking
To bones I’m picking
In the boat that I keep rocking
My heart is racing and beating out of time
I’m right on reason, but I’m running out of rhyme

And I’m tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm again
And I’m tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm again

Fear turning into the fall
Turning into the flash
Turning into the freeze
Ice melting into the rain
Falling out of the sky
Getting blown by the breeze
Waves crashing onto the rocks
Getting turned into sand
Melting into the glass
Light turning into the plant
Turning into the life
Turning into the past

And I’m tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm again
And I’m tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm
Tied to the rhythm again