It was a mild and lively evening at the end of MaynI had gone out for one quick coffee at the corner cafenI must have looked a little tense and overworked, I guessn'Cause this old man leaned in and said:nMy darling, what's the stress?nCome sit, come have a moment's restnYour work is nothing worth unlessnYour mind is calm and clear and at its bestnnAnd he went on:nTo everyone who's running faster every day, he saidnTo everyone who's not found peace and independence yet andnTo everyone who thinks that life is where they're headed tonWho thinks a better day awaits as soon as they get throughnThese busy years of things to donThis wall of greedy cynics whonpersuade them to give up their dreams too soonnnTake your timenIt's a quarter to forever right nownTake your timenIt's a quarter to forever nownnTo everyone who thinks that love was just a dream they hadnWho thinks tomorrow and the future has nothing new to add andnTo everyone who's watched their hopes run out and slam the doornAnd everyone who still don't know what they are looking for ornFound it and dropped it on the floornWhose hands and arms have gotten sorenFrom holding on too tight to what once wasnnTake your timenIt's a quarter to forever nownTake your timenIt's a quarter to forever now