作曲 : Mark Wade
 I still travel time 1909
 Your brand new brick apartment
 Pour me whatever you're having
 Tell me a story, pilgrim or voyager
 What brought you northwest?

 Eyes on that silver watch
 Dangling from the waist
 Handmade, rusting, weathered across face
 Rough around the edges
 Like descendant, cunturies of hand-me-downs

 We can't all hide where we came from
 Strap it to the wrist, wrap it 'round the tongue
 In the back of my stubborn cold mind
 I tried to leave the past behind
 Easier said than done

 Oh, that old clock
 Tick, tock, tick
 Spin a million
 Send me back around again

 Won't be long until grandfather's born
 That innocent face, gold framed on the wall
 Has to fight a war, but he'll live to tell
 All the hell that keeps him up until dawn

 Four generations cry over his grave
 They jump twenty years back, boat on Diamond Lake
 6 a.m. whiskey to get warm
 Reminiscing on the forestry days

 Oh, that old clock
 Tick, tock, tick
 Spin a million
 Send me back around again

 Open the window
 So I can spy the avenue below
 1909, young hopeful eyes
 Still travel time

 Open the window
 So I can spy the avenue below
 1909, young hopeful eyes
 Still travel time