The magic that was yesterday
In eyes no longer glowing,
The selling joy, the buying thrill,
The few left there for knowing
The entropy that we call life,
The past that’s always slipping
Away from our recall, despite
Our grasping and
Our gripping

The magic that was yesterday
In eyes no longer glowing,
The selling joy, the buying thrill,
The few left there for knowing
The entropy that we call life,
The past that’s always slipping
Away from our recall, despite
Our grasping and
Our gripping