Man of the Hour
Ross Durand

All eyes are on him as he comes in the room
They all envy the shoes that he’s in
To the women he’s mystery - to men he’s the man
The man of the hour - the world in the palm of his hand

He’s the golden boy with the silver tongue
All they know is that he’s got a way
They all listen as if he’s got something to say
The man of the hour, but time keeps ticking away

Time passes and hours change
The man tomorrow will different from today

An he doesn’t speak too many lies
And he doesn’t speak too many truths
It’s he only way he can be all things to all people
That includes you

Midnight’s chiming - the spell’s wearing off
The carriage is pumpkin again
Though mice once were horses - his mule was man
The man of the hour - left less than a slipper again.

But time passes and hours change
The man tomorrow will different than today