In time we might walk the straight line 
But with memories of a grapevine 
guitar, as we came close from far 
Forgot about the war 
We barely touched 
As if being watched 

And even in time 
We'll give in to crime 
We'll be on the line 
Pulling our weight 

Many miles from where I'm sleeping 
You share laughter in the evening 
As do I, in the great divine 
Yours is mine 
We'll find love 
The kind we're dreaming of 

And even in time 
We'll give in to crime 
We'll be on the line 
Pulling our weight