©1999 Jules Gouin Music
Designed by The Wing
Designed by The Wing
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There's No Time Days have become hours, there is no time, No one stops to smell the flowers, that ain't no crime Time is money, are you finished what you have to say I've been so busy workin', thank God it's Friday The kids are home alone, it's just another day Can't wait 'till Thursday, that's when I draw my pay Got my eye on another car, man it really shines Payments ain't too bad you know, just more overtime. Chorus What have we become, I'm not the only one Spending time as though there was an endless supply Chasing tomorrow's worries, not livin' for today Lookin' back to try to justify my way The weeks go back so quickly, there is no time When my next birthday comes around, I'll be 59 My boy is finished college, pretty soon I hope With all that social knowledge, I'm sure that he can cope I'd like to get home early, there is no time The way things look around here, I'll quit at 99 It seems as though my searching, is looking back at me The man locked up down deep inside, longing to be free © 1995 Jules Gouin Music SOCAN 
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