Tick-Tock The tick-tock of the clockwork of me As the wind blows through the bronchial tree Assures me how the machinery Still does now what it was supposed to do So long ago and all along through So many ins and outs and ticks and tocks And through the shocks of a few hard knocks I keep going because it does until Gone when I will go on then but still It goes although all those years behind me And shows that it goes to remind me How between heartbeats now before this breath In between to be and not to be I find the meaning between life and death So the machine goes on until gone And so I go too then I will go on Steven Curtis Lance