I was making my way to the New York line,
Trying to forget what I left behind.
When there are too many things that are on your mind
You know what you know and you don’t ask why.
‘Cause it takes time, time, time, it takes time to get it right.
There are all these places I’ve called home,
Many of them I don’t think of no more
And there are all these people that I once knew
And I didn’t know what to say when I saw you, no
It just takes time, time, time, time. It takes time to let them know.
‘Cause it’s love we should be living for, you never know ‘till its gone for good.
And it’s life we should be living more, we can’t keep go on going as we were.
After everyone has come and gone, and I think about you as I head home,
I hope you know that you’re not alone.
Next time I won’t let it take so long.
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