the beat goes on, goes thunk, thunk, thunk   i gotta go after this one   drive me mad if i'm too cluttered   when the boy became a man   i knew his hand would trade to others   he told me to do as he said   and then he sold me as if i was stuffed and dead      Oh time, great healer      rode a boat low and steady   the (?) girl is armed and ready for the race   how could i compare how could i have dared   she knows not the brazilian ocean gate   she knows not what the horseback forest raved   she knows not the length of your hair in my hands   she knows not what the wet of your face has meant      a ticket to atlanta family knows another now   a ticket from atlanta family knows and others shot down      you win,   i'll give in,   i forgive you      Oh time, great healer