Lyrics:

There's a woman in a wool suitCarrying an infantComing through the bank doorsLate for some appointmentNow she rushe
s to the front deskAnd she talks to the receptionistWho motions to the telephoneOver in the waiting roomShe's calling someo
neBut I can't see much from where I sitI'm stuck here in this drive-through windowWaiting in this lineThere goes the diaper
bagThe baby's slipping on her hipBefore my car moves up an inchThey both have started cryingAll the time in the worldClim
bs the walls, swells the doorsIt goes flying out the windowAll the time in the world...These precious days we live throughT
hrown away like tissueI wish that I could give you all the time in the worldDresses on a clotheslineDancing in a heat waveB
rowning in the car fumesBlowing off the interstateNow I'm clicking past the lightpolesGlancing down the cornrowsDreaming in
a straight lineWaking up in circlesAnd did I say I've got the right to want it allWell if it's true I want it allHow could
that do me any harmI'll take my curves, I'll dodge the copsI'll jump the ditchesDoing eightly miles an hourSlammin' back i
nto your arms