A society lady, and a dignified death Quiet sang amazing grace, on the old baptismal steps Gone are the parties, and those sweet cigarettes Gone is the absence of late Mr. Jones on the far side of the bed How high, was that Brooklyn sky? And how many mid-Julys did you burn through? Good luck to miracle drug It curses as it cures its way through you Time marches on, Marches on this time May I walk you home tonight? Time Marches on Marches on did try It's not what you leave it's what you leave behind The kitchen remodelled when the brownstone sold But gone is the vase of Sunday flowers in the dining room window Here are the trappings of a strangers life The sound of children in your hall, ones you do not recognize How high, was that Brooklyn sky? And how many mid-Julys did you burn through? Good luck to miracle drug It curses as it cures its way through you Time marches on, Marches on this time May I walk you home tonight Time Marches on Marches on did try It's not what you leave it's what you leave behind A Tree grows, gets chopped down Move over, move a town A decade, a century what's time funny to remain found dreams How high, was that Brooklyn sky? And how many mid-Julys did you burn through? Good luck to miracle drug It curses as it cures its way through you Time marches on, Marches on this time May I walk you home tonight Time Marches on Marches on did try It's not what you leave it's what you leave behind This once was a forest and then was a farm And then was a neighbourhood of immigrants Between two world wars And now Is a stranger to so many eyes And the sunsets over prospect, and one by one the stars aligned For a second put aside