We wait 'till the clock turns to the right
But it does it every day.
The funny thing about time

You'd think we'd have a say
But there's no way.


So take me now.
Don't let this little child
Wait until the world makes him hate to see his eyes

With open eyes.

Skippin' stones across our ponds and oceans

Never learn to float.
To sing to the bottom back where we got 'em
Like little treasures of gold.


So take me now.
Don't let this little child

Wait until the world makes him hate to see his eyes
With open eyes.


I tried to tell the world what life is like
With that love.


So take me now.
Don't let this little child
Wait until the world makes him hate


The funny thing about time
Is we think we have a say.

Just like the problems in our life
That take us all away and make us hate.