And if I had an aeroplane, I still couldn’t make it on time.

And time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on rollin.

I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will.

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

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

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

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

There’s so little time for us to try to rhyme.

This will be our year. Took a long time to come.

Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of ’75.