Beth Nielsen Chapman All The Time In The World
There's a woman in a wool suit Carrying an infant Coming through the bank doors Late for some appointment Now she rushes to the front desk And she talks to the receptionist Who motions to the telephone Over in the waiting room She's calling someone But I can't see much from where I sit I'm stuck here in this drive-through window Waiting in this line There goes the diaper bag The baby's slipping on her hip Before my car moves up an inch They both have started crying All the time in the world Climbs the walls, swells the doors It goes flying out the window All the time in the world... These precious days we live through Thrown away like tissue I wish that I could give you all the time in the world Dresses on a clothesline Dancing in a heat wave Browning in the car fumes Blowing off the interstate Now I'm clicking past the lightpoles Glancing down the cornrows Dreaming in a straight line Waking up in circles And did I say I've got the right to want it all Well if it's true I want it all How could that do me any harm I'll take my curves, I'll dodge the cops I'll jump the ditches Doing eightly miles an hour Slammin' back into your arms
