Fingerless hands tick seconds away
Sure as sunset and steady breaths
Their faces, all knowing, have nothing to say.

Stationary numbers of a movable day
Of hands tracing lines, one by one
Fingerless hands tick seconds away.

Push on their arms, back some way
The hour changes in deception
Their faces, all knowing, have nothing to say.

But still they push forward, without delay
Carrying on, as if no time were lost
Fingerless hands tick seconds away.

Steadily as hands in practiced crochet
Moving on, moving on, no going back
Their faces, all knowing, have nothing to say.

No going back, for that's not their way
The clock on the wall chimes in tomorrow
Fingerless hands tick seconds away
Their faces, all knowing have nothing to say.