Sitting on a weathered bench in the middle of a park,
The names can barely still be read, where two lovers carved a heart,
I wonder where they are today,
Are they together still, or does only one return to trace the heart that never healed'

And on, and on, and on, and on we all pretend,
Day after day goes by, but someday it will end.

Turning of time, sowing of seeds,
Saying the words we seldom speak,
Say what you should, do what you must, yeah,
Turning of time, sowing of seeds,
Not for the now, but eternity,
Hearts, like a wheel, can turn to rust, whoa, yeah.

Mother saved the photograph, now she keeps it in her book,
She cries every time she sees, though she can't help but look,
Her only child made her smile,
Though she can't accept the loss, she spends her days, but not alone, at the foot of the cross.

And on, and on, and on, and on we all pretend,
Day after day goes by, but someday it will end.

Turning of time, sowing of seeds,
Saying the words we seldom speak,
Say what you should, do what you must, yeah,
Turning of time, sowing of seeds,
Not for the now, but eternity,
Hearts, like a wheel, can turn to rust, whoa, yeah.

Turning of time, sowing of seeds,
Saying the words we seldom speak,
Say what you should, do what you must, yeah,
Turning of time, sowing of seeds,
Not for the now, but eternity,
Hearts, like a wheel, can turn to rust, whoa, yeah.