On the corner of the street
stands a girl who waits
for her lover.
She's only seventeen,
never been in love with an
other.
Though it's half an hour late,
she'll wait,
for she loves him so she can't go.
But all the time she's aware
people stare,
people stare.
Time goes so slowly
when you're young.
Time hangs so heavy.
Don't wish time away now
before your time has begun.
You're still young, young.
After work, a woman runs
for the bus.
Her children are waiting.
She was serving in a shop,
couldn't stop anticipating.
But the children want to play,
and they say, oh, just let us be.
And she sees that their childhood
has already gone.
They've moved on.
Time goes too quickly
when they're young.
Time steals them from you.
When the children were there,
you had no time to spare.
Not like now.
There's a quiet man who waits,
never states his reason for liv ing.
Never wanting to impose,
still he never chose to stop giving.
And so he doesn't see the TV,
he waits for his son, the only one.
But his son, he doesn't come,
he's having fun, having fun.
Time goes so fast when you're old,
you live in the past,
you can turn back the clock
but time still rushes on.
Time goes on.
Time goes on.
Time goes on.
Time goes on.