So many times we’re stumbling in the dark and then, eureka! What a spark!

Ain’t got time for messin’ around, and it’s not my style.

Little notes that sing, little words that rhyme, make the mighty memories and the dreams of time.

* Yes, we saw him twice last year, but that was for his nonfiction book. Not the same thing.

He stared at me and I felt a change, time meant nothing, never would again!

Friends of mine, stand by me ’cause it’s my time.

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me.

It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going.

It’s gonna take patience and time to do it right, child.

But time makes you bolder, even children get older and I’m getting older too.

Do you think time would pass me by?