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It used to seem to me That my life ran on too fast And I had to take it slowly Just to make the good parts last But when you're born to run It's so hard

Keep on talking all you want Well you don't waste a minute of time Who cares, who knows what's true Coffee and tears the whole night through Burning

High above the heat of a summer New York street An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone He's a preacher and a teacher And he stands up all alone

I can't believe she's goin' I said please show me What selfish seeds I plant along the way Black harvest today The empty bed she left me Cold on one

While there is time let's go out and feel everything If you hold me I will let you into my dreams For time is a river rolling into nowhere We must live

So wild, standing there With her hands in her hair I can't help remember Just where she touched me There's still no face here in her place So cool, she