Texty: Mother Mother. Eureka. Far In Time.

Far in time

He don't walk along with anybody
He just walking with himself
And she don't talk start to talk to anybody
She just talking to her own-self

And you don't right a wrong for anybody
You just put it on your shelf
'Cause I don't get along with anybody
I just get on by myself, myself

We are so far in time
To be all apart

I could talk a lot of hot top'
Got a potluck with my ears
But the walls that caught me
Got the right tone, quiet, tender, sinful

A little at hill, who down the landfill
It is symbol of the age
Where the dying art through the sum of the parts
And a part is where we stand, I said

We are so far in time
To be all apart, to be all on time
Got each other, each other
Oh yeah, we are so far in time

With the loving by themselves
She is alone
I let her have all their love
Or are they doomed just by themselves

All by themselves
Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

I don't walk along with anybody
And I don't start to talk to anybody
And I don't right a wrong to anybody
Not for anybody, not for anybody
Not for anybody by myself

Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

We are so far in time
To be all apart, to be all on time
With each other, each other
Oh yeah, we are so far in time

Time, far in time