Sister cries out from her baby bed, brother runs in, feathers on his head. Momma's in her room learning how to sew, daddy's drinking beer listening to the radio. Aunt William sings for Elijah and dear John, and time marches on, time marches on. Sister's using rouge and clear complexion soap, brother's wearing beads and he smokes a lot of dope. Momma is depressed, barely makes a sound, daddy's got a girlfriend in another town. Bob Dylan sings like a rolling stone, and time marches on, time marches on. The south moves north, the north moves south, a star is born, a star burns out, the only thing that stays the same is everything changes, everything changes. Sister calls herself a sexy grandma, brother's on a diet for high cholesterol. Momma's out of touch with reality, daddy's in the ground beneath the maple tree as the angels sing an old Aunt William song. Time marches on, time marches on. Time marches on, time marches on.