Taken by surprise by time a catalogue of blunders
Underscores a way of life all dusty books and numbers
I try to locate the page the one we're nearly both on
You are forced to read ahead I catch up but you're long gone

Now you are the last factotum you're the last factotum

History can come alive count back each sun clock digit
Time can hide a host of ills you sit there and you fidget
In your seat as you fly high you're drumming up the custom
For a dying faculty you are a global sanctum

And you are the last factotum you're the last factotum

I know where you are I know where you've been
I know where you're going you know you can make me
You send me the words you send me the hope
You know where I'm standing you know you can make me