I count the days and clock the hours

1,2 we're almost there

barely even able to stop and smell the flowers

It all flies right past me as I'm waiting and waiting

3,4,5, why’d you stop counting?

I think it's all gone

You, her and me

I think I've lost count, what day is it now?

I trace back the days and retract the hours

Still more waiting

Time had never passed so slowly