Original lyrics
ENWhen God made time, He made plenty of it
And left it lying around
A little more in the country than in the town
And there it was
Stuck between every stone or 50 feet below the clouds
In the porch light
By the pile of bones
At the shadow's edge
In the holes of the teeth
Above the rafters of our homes
Sitting in a chair with our beliefs
To hold so much time
He made the oceans deep and wide
And He made the mountains high
And He gave us the means to survive by letting us die
And when we're dead, my, my, how the time went by
