Notes

There's always time for a song (that who it is) time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist, the past is far behind us, the future does not exist on that quarter to nine, while the time to have a bath that do you mean were already clean scrub scrub scrub water, Brown time is a ruler to measure the day He does not go back only one way to watch go around like a merry go round comes so fast, like a merry go round allows you to travel on a journey through time, which is changing all the time its time to go for a while, but we really don't want to miss our show gathered no stupid friends come on time to go old time as Victorian times with cobbles and airplanes and speaking in rhyme with cobblestone and chimneys have an easier time with cobblestone and batteries and slime tree that old has circles inside the tree, which is older than ripped and died that fresh ripe apple to the core, but I rot over time and no longer can we say, the Moon or the Sun, but time flies when your having fun there's a time and a place for mucking around, like birthdays and camping I friends with my Dad what happened after time passed new antiqued and got old like the story of stuff from the past went to the secret of the old man died, but look at all the cool computer is now the future and you look at the wonderful things you can do with gadgets and gizmo and electronic addresses, my dad is a computer a bow, you can see the time value, it helps us to bake pizzer and keep things in line, but when did it start and when it will be important to stop time, and I've spent hours, if we run out of time, wherever he goes, even real time anybody knows, maybe just the design of human perception, illusion created by reh reh reh reh sunrise/sunset, night and day, the changing of the seasons the smell of hay look at your hair grows not so strange