"We've done four already but now we're steady And then they went: One, two, three, four" Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain Got no time to pack my bags, my foots outside the door I got a date, I

I got a man that's always late Any time we have a date But I love him Yes I love him I'm gonna walk up to his gate See if we can't get this thing straight 'Cause I want him And I'm gonna have him Say is you is, or is you ain't my baby

You've got to be the best You've got to change the world And you use this chance to be heard Your time is now Everything you are And everything you were Your number has been called

Fly closer to heaven and far from hell Fly so put your wings up, put your wings up Mother said don't pack your bags We ain't got no time for that I saw signs on the video I saw signs looking back but you never know Said the sharp bulbs long lines The

I know we've come so far Baby, baby, ooh Baby, baby we've got so far to go But baby, baby we've got so far to go But we've got so far to go I know the road seems long But it won't be long 'till it's time to go So most days we'll take it fast And some

Oh you, you, you There's twenty-four hours in a day, I think about you more than twenty-four times Just trying not to think about you but you've been on my mind I got nothing for you but time 'Cause you always end up by my side Through loving you, I

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

'Cause you really hurt me I got to go Once upon a time on the same side But no, you let me go Oh you really hurt me Once upon a time somebody ran Somebody ran away saying, "Fast as they can" Once upon a time we fell apart You're holding in your hands

Somehow we always get stuck in the middle What a terrible thing for you to do What an awful thing for you to say But someone plays evil tricks on that kid But don't we all, don't we just got to give a little time Maybe give a friend a call instead of

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November