All The Time

You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from I heard horses came to ride me away I want shade and a good place to shoot from If it's a clock I'd be the end of the day You know you're not the boss of me You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair But I got all the time in the world You're the ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back grinning You know, you got a bad reputation and your nine lives way down the line I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there And I got all the time in the world A bridge is only there for you to jump off of And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue I do declare my independence baby I shot off all my fireworks for you The river's burning and the trees are on fire There's lots of good rubber left on these tires And I've got all the time in the world Baby, you're the light that won't change, that I got stuck at You're the fan that won't work at the motel They were all out of red so I got me a blue one Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one I know you won't go very far, you left your blonde wig in the car And I got all the time in the world --- All the Time - Tom Waits