All Kinds of Time

The clock's running down

The team's losing ground to the opposing defense

The young quarterback waits for the snap

When suddenly it all starts to make sense

He's got all kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He takes a step back, he's under attack

But he knows that no one can touch him now

He seems so at ease

A strange inner peace is all that he's feeling somehow

He's got all kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He thinks of his mother

He thinks of his bride to be

He thinks of his father

His two younger brothers

Gathered around the widescreen TV

He looks to the left

He looks to the right

And there in a golden ray of light

Is his open man just like he planned

The whole world is his tonight

He's got all kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time

He's got all kinds of time

All kinds of time