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He's laying back on a slow beat

Let the race be ran, he'll take a back seat

Anchored to the past, untethered to the mass

Invisible to the eyes of the frenzy

They're marching on without caution

Heading straight for the cause of destruction

He reaches up with hands made of steel

He is the clock, not a cog in the wheel

Count the days of the slowman

This world is moving fast

Stay strong as the mountain

Their tempo will never last

I'm the Slowman- in a relentless tide

Feel like I'm left behind

In the quicksand - the sands of time

Watching as the world races by

Are his efforts in vain? While the world seems to change

He still remains the same.

In the rush, he's denied. Swept with the tide. His mind opened wide

Hold on!

Make way for the slowman

Your time is coming fast

No one cries for the slowman

Caught between the shifting sands

As he tries for his place

His whole world's re-arranged

Unchanging, his soul remains the same

Make way for the Slowman

We know - his time is coming FAST

Oh yeah

Count the days of the Slowman

This world is moving fast

Stay strong as the mountain

Their tempo will never last

As he tries for his place

His whole world's re-arranged

Unchanging, his soul remains the same

Make way for the Slowman

We know - his time is coming FAS