| Time |
|---|
| An endless chain of days go by |
| Can’t scratch the surface still I try |
| I’m going down feeling underground |
| Just kicking the leaves all around this town |
| Can’t catch the beat I’m feeling ill |
| Too much time to kill |
| Time, time, time |
| Time to kill |
| Follow the footsteps down the stairs |
| Painted doorways dirty rails |
| Take a ride on the evening blue |
| Gonna check out the crowds on Mott Avenue |
| Gonna watch the waves on Jamaica Bay |
| Far rock away |
| Time, time, time |
| Time to kill |
| Time, time, time |
| Time to kill |
| Time |
