Standard (EADGBE)

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

 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

All kinds of time...