T A K I N G T I M E
by DAVID RUSSELL MOSS
May 23,1989/1992/1
TAKING TIME, TO UNDERSTAND ME.
I'M THINKING OF A TIME, WHEN WE ARE FREE.
AND THE DAYLIGHT, IS SO BRIGHT, ANYTIME, ANYDAY.
EVERY NIGHT, WHEN I GO TO SLEEP.
THEIRS ONE THING ON MY MIND, AND SHE'S SWEET.
AND THE RIGHT TIME, COMES A NIGHT TIME.
ANYTIME, ANYDAY.
SOLO
SHE CAN DO, AH, ANYTHING.
I HAPPEN TO KNOW, SHE'S NOT WEARING A RING.
DOES IT REALLY MEAN A THING.
SHE TOOK THE TOP OFF, THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE.
AND ALL THE YEARS, I'VE KNOWN HER,
WITHOUT SORROW, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT,
SHE WANTS TO LEAVE IT, AND ALL THE TIMES,
I'VE BEEN SO WRONG.
TAKING, ALL THE THINGS, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN.
AND YOU THROW THEM ALL AWAY CAUSE IN THE MORNING,
THERE'S NO WARNING. ANYTIME, ANYTIME,
ANYTIME SHE GOES AWAY.