You've got time, time on your hands,
Bury your head in the sand.
Take your time, hurry it up,
Cause it sits there and just drift away.

You've got worries more than enough,
Course it's rough you soon know that it's tough.
All that time, time on your hands.
Cause it sits there and juste drift away,

I need to know. I've been sitting into a prayer pew.
I need to know. There's a little hope inside of you.

But that might, might not be...

Oh my baby please look me up,
When you feel that you've had enough.
You were mine I was yours,
Sit to see and now drift away.

I need to know. I've been sitting into a prayer pew.
I need to know. There's a little hope inside of you.
And...

I need to know. I've been sitting into a prayer pew.
I need to know. There's a little hope inside of you.

But there might, might not be...

Might not be.
Might not be.
Might not be.