Let the Games Begin

Got the water flowing backwards tying up loose ends Waiting for the boss to give the word, but it all depends If that shout or yelp or whisper meets my burned out ears If that place and date and time are what I want to hear I take a look into the drinking cup and I fall right in I'm down again and looking up Let the games begin Let the others in Let the games begin again Got the water flowing forwards, scrape the river bed For the debris and treasure that my ancestors hid I feel the clock that's ticking; hear its constant roar I know just what it's counting, but just not what for The string keeps pulling me backwards Over the tracks of fields I've burned I think I'll wait my turn I think I'll take it... my turn Got the water flowing both ways; current's covered in foam Grains of sand divide and splinter racing for their home In every single droplet is some long gone memory Scrape away the surface so the sun can see The string keeps pulling me backwards Over the tracks of fields I've burned I think I'll wait my turn I think I'll take it... my turn