Son holds out a railroad spike Says Daddy what could this be Son that's the tooth of a dinosaur They called the Santa Fe In his hand lay an arrowhead Said Granddad what does it mean Son that's the heart of an Indian tribe They called the Comanche Times killin' you Times killin' me Should have taken more time in between How many things stand the test of time And what will remain in the end The eyes of a child see the failures of man What will he see as a man Times killing you Times killing me Should have taken more time in between