Time will heal all the hate, all in good time.

It’s lonely out in space, on such a timeless flight.

You on point, Tip? All the time, Phife.

It’s 8:15, and that’s the time that it’s always been.

There was a time, a storm that blew so pure.

Hold the line; love isn’t always on time.

It’s the first time, the last time we ever met.

In all this talk of time, talk is fine but I don’t want to stay around.

Time was still, but hours must really have rushed by.

I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive.

* When I was around 2 years old, I spun around while dancing to Star Search and hit my head against the family’s wooden TV stand. I have a lovely eyebrow scar to prove it.