My old girlfriend’s serving coffee in Seattle to the climbers and the rhymers and the fishermen
She says she’s happy how can that be when she doesn’t drive a Beamer or a Porche or a B-enz
She never would have waited, t-ables if she’d f-allen back in line
But she swears she’s still got, t-ime
(O-oh)
T-ime
O-oh
T-ime
T-ime
My old roommate is an actor
Last we talked that’s what he said
But he’s an extra so the camera’s always cutting off his head
Now he’s the poster boy for
Gr-eyhound
He’s going nowhere but his f-ace is a-ll around
He never would have been a, bus stop star if he’d fallen back in line
But he swears he’s still got, t-ime
T-ime
T-ime
T-ime
I’m not cut out to be a l-awyer yet
No I’d rather we played music at s-ome dive
We’ll make seafood on the carburetor
Later on we can flip a coin to see which one of us will get to dr-ive
Now we laugh whenever we think we could have fallen back in l-ine
But I swear we still have, t-ime
(O-oh)
T-ime
T-ime
(I need, more)
T-ime
