[Miles]:
I had a farmhouse
With a grandfather clock
Where I would teach time to my son
Our lessons began
At twelve o'clock sharp
When the hands would come in as one
I'd say "The big hands count minutes, it's so tightly wound
It chases the small hand, to make hours go round"

I taught Thomas
Constellations in the sky
To tell a silver maple from a cottonwood
I taught Thomas
To divide and multiply
But what he never understood was

Time, as I watched him grow
Time, he would never know
Time, where my regret resides
Time, if I only knew
The what and how and who
That time truly divides

There was a farmhouse
With a grandfather clock
Where one day I woke up alone
They feared I was magic
They feared I was cursed
But mostly they feared the unknown
The big hand's the father
The small hand's the son
And there never came a time
When they came back as one
I taught Thomas how to catch a firefly
How to make a pebble skip and rowboat skim
She took Thomas and never said goodbye
The one thing I could never give to him
Was time
Time
I'm left with nothing
Nothing but time