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.

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

Where lovers steal and beg for time.

If I could turn back time, if I could find a way.

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.

All the times that I’ve cried, keeping all the things I knew inside.

Time, he’s waiting in the wings.

I’m counting out time, got the whole thing down by numbers.