About the time,
about the time
you've decided you
know all that there is.
Along comes some teacher
with a new kind of quiz,
a new kind of wanting
an d you've nothing to
give but your time.
About the time,
about the time
you've de cided, surprises a few.
You awaken to find
that the new day is new.
You reach out to touch it,
and it runs off in the night,
chasing after some new face
with a far fresher mind
and more of time's time.
About the time, about the time
About the time,
about the time that you find love
Pay love some mind at all
You learn that each spring
has a summer and fall
And love, like time's pendulum,
swings to and fro
And you go home alone
How about the time,
how about the time
that you bend love,
bring love to its knees?
The poor wounded heart looks
up one day
and sees love running like lightning through
your lifetime on its way out,
and you find yourself wondering
what the shouting's about.
It's about time, about the time,
about the time, about the time
that you learn life,
you've burned life at both ends,
and the old need for living,
like the need for love ends,
and you find yourself staring at the same wall again,
marking time.
If there were time, if there were time
I would tell you
Why time is a thief,
stealing moments, then minutes,
then hours and weeks
Leaving nothing at all
for the heart and the mind
But the slow endless pounding
of years into time
Lifetime, by that time
You've run out of time.