The heart, the soul, the mind
Tore the numbers off,
Bent the silver hands,
Redefined its outline randomly
For better or worse

'Til history rewrote itself
Facts of years gone
Fail to tell more than opinion
When the questions asked
Are of religion
Or intelligence, or love

Three nails on a chalkboard,
Err to steal the time I lost,
When I looked at my golden pocketwatch
Just to see the hands strike twelve