Time, time when you stayed over stayed in bed for ever mail piled at the door Time, we lost track of the hours pizza boxes tower the floor beside the bed Whistling... Time, my body's sore from something it surely wasn't walking our friends thought we were dead. And I can't recreate those times we used to have Without you they'll be bad Lets meet next month at my parents house they'll be Away like they were then A way like we were then Whistling... Time, you'll have met someone new someone who likes you not like I liked you Time, you ask him if he'll mind of course he'll surely mind so just leave him for me Will you meet me and we'll try to set things right I want things to be right And I bet we'll stay in bed for days and never leave And never want to leave And never have to leave.