Standard (EADGBE)

4x

No time for making my moves, no time

 No time for hitting the grooves, no time

Summer comes and summers gone

Winter sings it's very sad song

 The saddest part of all it seems

How we lose most of our dreams

No time for making my moves, no time

 I got no time for hitting the booze, no time

Break

 The clock it turns at a rapid pace

 And takes us to another place

 The train it goes from here to there

Just left me standing here

No time for making my moves, no time

 No time for hitting the grooves, no time

Break

 I had the blues this morning

 I cried all day

 I guess you lose the blues in the morning

If you cry the blues away

No time for making my moves, no time

 No time for hitting the grooves, no time . . .