He seized the day and shook it as it passed.
And so it passed and so he seized the night
and as he shook it cried I seized the night!
and so it passed.
He took an ancient play and moved the pieces
here and there until he’d made a play
about a man who took an ancient play
and moved the pieces.
It was his year, it was to be the year
it all took off, he had a brilliant spring
and wrote all summer of the brilliant spring
he had that year.
A song was playing which would always now
remind him of those days, when it came on
tonight he said it used to, whack it on
it doesn’t now.
I love it though, he said when it was done.
I always will and all the stars looked down
as they’ll be doing when you set this down
and that’s that done.