Look at the time, it's after 5. Soon the day is over, Mr. magic, Said we'd meet before the rise. I recall when 60 minutes used to be an hour. As usual I find myself reading skies Never mind, I said to myself. Many, have this feelings, They remain on the shelf. How can I be sure?
Chorus: Time, oh time. Yes I need more time. Why do you keep on slipping away? I hera wind chimes, jangle in my mind; Oh I wish you'd stay.
Sitting around, I hear no sound. Only the clock is ticking. Seconds turn To minutes, purely on their own. When asleep and all is dark, I spend my dreaming wishing, I got a feelin'. I'm not all alone.
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Got a feelin', yes I'm reelin'. I'm tryin'. But I'm lying to myself. When I'm sitting and I'm thinking. How can I be sure? How can I be sure?
