Guided by Voices
Time Without Looking
Hands grab at nothing
Time will let it go
Then I spent all day looking
Hands are moving slow

Grabbing at nothing
But I know the time without looking

Where do they go?
After the gold rush?
After the screen test?

She placed a silver glove on the headrest
I played my best at the rain parade

I know the time without looking
Time without looking
Time without looking