While the clock keeps the pace
While the clock keeps the pace
At this short success of age
That time today, no triumph gains
Human wheels spin round and round
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self
For I descend from this vault
And take into its dark embrace
Human wheels spin round and round
While I, with human-hindered eyes
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
This love, who in my beating heart endures
Human wheels spin round and round
Knowledge, sure, from the seed
Stand on this single print of time
Human wheels spin round and round
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life
This land today, my tears shall taste
Help the light to my face
Help the light to my face
Human wheels spin round and round
It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God
Help the light to my face
Human wheels spin round and round
This pale reflection of its brave and blundering deed
Assured by every sun that burns
While the clock keeps the pace
The dust to which this flesh shall return
Human wheels spin round and round
