Words and music by John Kay, Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk



Up early in the morning, 'bout the break of day

Still huggin' that empty pillow where your baby used to lay

No time to think about the past, good god, it's time for you to run

Wake up your dreams will have to wait, no time for fun

And so it's always wait until tomorrow, always someday

Yeah, it's always sooner or later, never today



Why don't you take time out, why don't you take it slow

The race you run is never done, why don't you let it go

Why don't you take time out, why don't you make the time

When day is done, go have some fun or you'll loose your mind



Rough times in the heart of paradise, another crazy day

Trapped like a rat, you feel the heat while running thru the maze

No time to take a look around, jump into it, push until you drop

Watch out, the walls are closing in but you just can't stop

And so it's always wait until tomorrow, always someday

Yeah, it's always sooner or later, never today



Why don't you take time out, why don't you take it slow

The race you run is never done, why don't you let it go

You're playin' fast and loose, you play with loaded dice

But what you loose to win the golden goose, may be your life





© 1989 Black Leather Music, (BMI), Attlebrat, (BMI), Michael John Music, (BMI)