It was a mild and lively evening at the end of May I had run out for one quick coffee at the corner cafe I must have looked a little tense and over-worked, I guess 'Cause this old man leaned in and said: 'My darling, what's the stress? Come sit, come have a moment's rest Your work is nothing worth unless Your mind is calm and clear and at it's best'
And he went on: 'To everyone who's running faster every day,' he said 'To everyone who's not found peace and indepence yet and To everyone who thinks that life is where they're headed to Who thinks a better day awaits as soon as they get through These busy years of things to do This wall of greedy cynics who Persuade them to give up their dreams too soon
Take your time It's a quarter to forever now Take your time It's a quarter to forever now
To everyone who thinks that love was just a dream they had Who thinks tomorrow and the future has nothing new to add and To everyone who's watched their hopes run out and slam the door And everyone who still don't know what they are looking for or Found it and dropped it on the floor Whose hands and arms have gotten sore From holding on too tight to what once was
Take your time It's a quarter to forever now Take your time It's a quarter to forever now