I got a 
Fresh start and I'm on a mission 
To draw a sketch of the place I call my home 
In colors rarely used before 
Bling bling in a crowded bus stop 
Equality, while differences increase 
I stand on the side with my glasses on 

I see old ladies trying to claim their seats 
Young fellas trying to take it easy 
Mothers maneuvering the buggys 
(Everybody feel like sheep) 
man in a suit, has the car broke down? 
Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town? 
Is everybody fighting hard just to get around? 

But I know there is a time for everyone 
And I hope that we can all be [bad word] home 

I see 
Cool cats on the pavement 
Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by 
On their way to a secret rendezvous 
The dark corner of a videogame shop 
upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal 
bum is arrested just outside the door 

From the dark backyards to the towering hills 
from the smokers of weeds to the poppers of pills 
No matter how they all get their fills 
(Trying to escape what's standing still) 
Are you worn out, or just twentyfive 
cause all them kids wanna get out of town 
This mama's mean if you can't get in line 
If you find the line at all 

But I know there is a time for everyone 
And I hope that we can all be [bad word] home 
I hope that we can all get our stories told 
I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold 

When shop was set up for the weak and feeble 
I never thought you'd be the first in line 

I know there is a time for everyone