Man In Black

Time passes when you're not looking
Sneaky bastard, he sneaks past you.
He lurks in ambush, plotting,
Scheming, he's up to no good
Take heed, look over your shoulder
He swears to catch up with you.

The wind blows, green leaves fall
Hurry home as the night falls
Do you hear footsteps in the dark?
Did the tree sigh as you walked by?
He passes when you're not looking
That man in black- here he comes.

(c) Tyrone Terrence