Brought on like a storm of Sunday Oranges
She twisted to the church and rang the bell.
And led me to the town's revival dungeon the other day
I wished it on myself to be in hell

How can you be the one to pass me over 
How will you return to seek the sun
Could it be we're only growing older
Do you think that I might be the one?

There's nothing like time to get you by
And it's about time you get on by,
Next Sunday Morning will soothe your soul

The preacher passed me by the other morning
With the legend of a story left undone
He led me to the feast of my misfortune
And left me to my thoughts and where they run

So She slipped away the sun into the serpentine
A velvet dancing vision like a prophet from a dream
She came through the darkness from the angles of the night
And wished away my sorrows with her kindness and her light
It seems to me the edges of your life might pass you by
If you're not careful
Bout where you spread your wings and how you fly
And where you want to be

Time is just the distance put between yourself and truth.
You think you're getting older as  you're giving up your youth
Take hold of what's before you, and go along your way
To every one who leaves us here
Come back another day.