corner With nothing much to do Talking with Cecilia In nineteen-eighty-five Glad to still be breathing Glad to be alive Where's all the time Nineteen
this is true I would've run, run away with you Run away with you I was afraid at what they might say When I could have turned the other way You've got to know this
Who will clothe the children When there's no shoes on their feet When their stomach's empty When there's nothing left to eat How sad it is to see him
like Saturday And when Sunday comes It's never too late It'll be this time It's gotta be this time How come the days Do what they do Maybe if time Time
Not 'bout winning or losing Or being confident Not for smiling even crying Or 'bout sentiment Not 'bout richer or poorer Or being affluent Not 'bout
The last time I seen Viking He was about this tall With a tattoo Where a smile should've been Of his sweetheart's name Of his sweetheart's name Do you
That's why we wish, baby Cause forever is way too long That's why we wish, baby baby Cause it's here today And then it's gone It's when a boy Grows
Saturday And when Sunday comes It's never too late It'll be this time It's gotta be this time How come the days Do what they do Maybe if time Time only
