Just another day of sorrow going down

Like the road unfurled behind you leaving town

In the morning's cold reflection of yesterday

Comes the chill of where ya been and what ya paid

There's a place up ahead and far along

Far away from the past that seems to draw

All mistakes you forgot and carried on

Making time, making time

All that wasted toil and trouble running away

When the only thing that matters is today

There's a place up ahead and far along

Far away from the past that seems to draw

All mistakes you forgot and carried on

Making time, making time

Making time, making time

Out among the windswept pikes and lonely purple canyons

Wisdom is written in the signs all that's in the past is so

Impossible to fix or refine

Making time, making time

Making time, making time