On Time Lyrics
| Song | On Time |
| Artist | Jarle Bernhoft |
| Album | Ceramic City Chronicles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I got a | |
| Fresh start and I’m on a mission | |
| To draw a sketch of the place I call my home | |
| In colors rarely used before | |
| Bling bling in a crowded bus stop | |
| Equality, while differences increase | |
| I stand on the side with my glasses on | |
| I see old ladies trying to claim their seats | |
| Young fellas trying to take it easy | |
| Mothers maneuvering the buggys | |
| (Everybody feel like sheep) | |
| A man in a suit, has the car broke down? | |
| Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town? | |
| Is everybody fighting hard just to get around? | |
| But I know there is a time for everyone | |
| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home | |
| I see | |
| Cool cats on the pavement | |
| Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by | |
| On their way to a secret rendezvous | |
| The dark corner of a videogame shop | |
| upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal | |
| A bum is arrested just outside the door | |
| From the dark backyards to the towering hills | |
| from the smokers of weeds to the poppers of pills | |
| No matter how they all get their fills | |
| (Trying to escape what’s standing still) | |
| Are you worn out, or just twentyfive | |
| cause all them kids wanna get out of town | |
| This mama’s mean if you can’t get in line | |
| If you find the line at all | |
| But I know there is a time for everyone | |
| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home | |
| I hope that we can all get our stories told | |
| I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold | |
| When shop was set up for the weak and feeble | |
| I never thought you’d be the first in line | |
| I know there is a time for everyone |
| I got a | |
| Fresh start and I' m on a mission | |
| To draw a sketch of the place I call my home | |
| In colors rarely used before | |
| Bling bling in a crowded bus stop | |
| Equality, while differences increase | |
| I stand on the side with my glasses on | |
| I see old ladies trying to claim their seats | |
| Young fellas trying to take it easy | |
| Mothers maneuvering the buggys | |
| Everybody feel like sheep | |
| A man in a suit, has the car broke down? | |
| Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town? | |
| Is everybody fighting hard just to get around? | |
| But I know there is a time for everyone | |
| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home | |
| I see | |
| Cool cats on the pavement | |
| Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by | |
| On their way to a secret rendezvous | |
| The dark corner of a videogame shop | |
| upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal | |
| A bum is arrested just outside the door | |
| From the dark backyards to the towering hills | |
| from the smokers of weeds to the poppers of pills | |
| No matter how they all get their fills | |
| Trying to escape what' s standing still | |
| Are you worn out, or just twentyfive | |
| cause all them kids wanna get out of town | |
| This mama' s mean if you can' t get in line | |
| If you find the line at all | |
| But I know there is a time for everyone | |
| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home | |
| I hope that we can all get our stories told | |
| I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold | |
| When shop was set up for the weak and feeble | |
| I never thought you' d be the first in line | |
| I know there is a time for everyone |
| I got a | |
| Fresh start and I' m on a mission | |
| To draw a sketch of the place I call my home | |
| In colors rarely used before | |
| Bling bling in a crowded bus stop | |
| Equality, while differences increase | |
| I stand on the side with my glasses on | |
| I see old ladies trying to claim their seats | |
| Young fellas trying to take it easy | |
| Mothers maneuvering the buggys | |
| Everybody feel like sheep | |
| A man in a suit, has the car broke down? | |
| Does he think of the climate? Or the dirty town? | |
| Is everybody fighting hard just to get around? | |
| But I know there is a time for everyone | |
| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home | |
| I see | |
| Cool cats on the pavement | |
| Shaded eyes on the donnas passing by | |
| On their way to a secret rendezvous | |
| The dark corner of a videogame shop | |
| upstairs, the scene of a hazy deal | |
| A bum is arrested just outside the door | |
| From the dark backyards to the towering hills | |
| from the smokers of weeds to the poppers of pills | |
| No matter how they all get their fills | |
| Trying to escape what' s standing still | |
| Are you worn out, or just twentyfive | |
| cause all them kids wanna get out of town | |
| This mama' s mean if you can' t get in line | |
| If you find the line at all | |
| But I know there is a time for everyone | |
| And I hope that we can all be welcomed home | |
| I hope that we can all get our stories told | |
| I can see, I can see a time when we all unfold | |
| When shop was set up for the weak and feeble | |
| I never thought you' d be the first in line | |
| I know there is a time for everyone |
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