Hey Gene, your take on those lyrics was right on. Moron...

Time on my side, a stowaway in the slipstream A time I could glide the shifting currents of my dream In my dream the the singing was coming from the sky In my dream the sunlight was falling from one side And every blade of grass was casting its own shadow And every little bird was singing its own song

Time in my mind, the past of least resistance The future almost blind, both in need of assistance In my mind the question: Sunrise or sunset? In my mind I'm certain: Nothing's certain yet With every grain of sand casting its own shadow And every ray of the sun flashing on the sea Time may heal all wounds But time will steal you blind Time the wheel, time the conqueror

Time to decide what kind of world I believe in The world open wide, Or the world about to stop breathing In my world I'm standing just inside the door In my world I'm speaking into the ocean's roar

And every thought of you casts its own little shadow And everything I wanted, subject to review Time may heal all wounds But time will steal you blind Time the wheel, time the conqueror Time will heal all wounds but time...