All Kinds of Time - Fountains of Wayne
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
(x2)
D--6b~~~~~-6b~~~~~-7b~~~~~-7b~~~~-
(Yes! Easiest solo ever)
He looks to the left, he looks to the right, and there in a golden ray of light
Is his open man just as he planned, the whole world is his tonight
(repeat and fade)
All kinds of time...