Time Marches On

Staring into darkened windows,
There's no trace of what used to be.
No jukebox, howling pinball
Breaks the silence of memory.

The music, the dancing,
Just a blink and then it's gone.
No more fighting, romancing,
Don't you know that time, time marches on.

Don't you know, here I go, time, time marches on.

The Circuit has been broken
And the Top has slipped away.
Estelle has changed her tune now,
Please don't mention her yesterday.