The clock's running down

The team's losing ground

To the opposing defense

The young quarterback

Waits for the snap

When suddenly it all starts to make sense



He's got all kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time



He takes a step back

He's under attack

But he knows that no one can touch him now

He seems so at ease

A strange inner peace

Is all that he's feeling somehow



He's got all kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time



[Bridge]

He thinks of his mother

He thinks of his bride-to-be

He thinks of his father

His two younger brothers

Gathered around the widescreen TV



He looks to the left

He looks to the right

And there in a golden ray of light

Is his open man

Just as he planned

The whole world is his tonight