J. J. Cale - No time

^ENo time for ^Amaking my moves, ^Eno time No time for ^Ahitting the grooves, ^Eno time

^ESummer comes and ^Asummers gone ^EWinter sings it's ^Avery sad song The ^Esaddest part of ^Aall it seems ^EHow we lose ^Amost of our dreams

^ENo time for ^Amaking my moves, ^Eno time I got no time for ^Ahitting the booze, ^Eno time

The ^Eclock it turns at a ^Arapid pace And ^Etakes us to a^Another place The ^Etrain it goes from ^Ahere to there ^EJust left me ^Astanding here

^ENo time for ^Amaking my moves, ^Eno time No time for ^Ahitting the grooves, ^Eno time

I ^Ehad the blues this ^Amorning I ^Ecried all ^Aday I ^Eguess you lose the ^Ablues in the morning ^EIf you cry the ^Ablues away

^ENo time for ^Amaking my moves, ^Eno time No time for ^Ahitting the grooves, ^Eno time . . .