Time of Your Life

How many times of year have you sit down
And counted your lies
Walkin’ the street of despair
With no surprise

‘Cos you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand

Running away from yourself all the time
Just cannot help
Facing the truth ain’t enough
Just got to face yourself

Foolish vibrations you know you can’t understand
Come down from the cloud
And come back to the land

‘Cos you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand

Would you belie problems we can share
Why would you say this if I, if I didn’t really care
And how many times must I tell you
It’s just not the way
Without you

So how many times a year have you sit down
How many is it at the end
And if you refuse my offering
Remember you just lost a friend

‘Cos you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand

‘Cos you know that my interest is growing
And the time of your life is at hand
And your innocence seems to be showing
And your image is turning to sand