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.