Time Rolls On (New! CS5M)

My knife and fork are dirty
And as I am turning thirty
Every new romance has hurt me
From the serious to the flirty
Time rolls on
Time rolls on
You look around and then you’ve found
Another moment’s gone.

And then pretty shortly
Thirty does a bunk to forty
And forty is distraught me
Worse than all my forebears taught me
Time rolls on
Time rolls on
You look around and then you’ve found
Another year has gone.

And a river dry is fifty
Though the seas are ice-berg drifty
And the ship’s crew all look shifty
As the liner scuttles swiftly
Time rolls on
Time rolls on
You look around and then you’ve found
Another decades gone.

And a women lost is sixty
As the gold is merely glitzy
Even if she finds the Ritzi
Then the dance-band’s on the fitzi
Time rolls on
Time rolls on
You look around and then you’ve found
Another decades gone.

(sad and slow) Who has a good word for seventy?
No one in my slow fraternity
Although it’s this side of eternity
It is so torpid and event-free.
Time rolls on
Time rolls on
You look around and then you’ve found
Another decades gone.

And eighty, saturnine and ponderous
weighty, elephantine and ruinous
like a greying wheelchair-using hippopotamus
lurking in the dark streams bottom as
Time rolls on
Time rolls on
You look around and then you've found
You're gone.