You may think its impossiblenFor just a couple of boysnBuilding an igloo in IllinoisnAnd how the cold airnIt dries our skinnWe can't wait for summernTo come and warm our bodies againnCause inside these heavy winter clothesnYeah, I'm like a lit black catnAwaiting to explodennWe got time, we got time to get downnWe got time, we got time to get downnWe got time, we got time, we got timennClimb the tree in my front yardnDodging rocks being thrown by younger armsnAnd in ten years I'll be on my ownnAnd in ten years I'll be all alonennWe got time, we got time to get downnWe got time, we got time to get downnWe got time, we got time, we got timennOpen up and swallow me wholenAnd I couldn't find a reason to be afraidnAnd I wouldn't mind if that's the way it had to staynAnd I never had to act a certain waynNow I'm afraid I'll never be the samenOpen me up, swallow me wholenFeed this feeling that's in my soulnTake this song and rock and rollnTurn it off and lose control