more time

Here's another sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel You take what you want But you won't get it for free You need more time Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more But i'm not sure if it ever works out right But it's ok. It's alright