Time takes a break from the job,
sits down on the hood of his car,
tosses his fedora on the sidewalk,
starts making love to his guitar.
On a Friday afternoon for all
his public to see, he’s not ashamed
with all his style, tell me, why should he be?

And something about your eyebrows,
tells me you’re beginning to understand.
I’ll give you 2000 reasons why
I’m your millennium man.
Inspiration is only one.
One thousand-nine-hundred and ninety-nine
more to come.

Love asks Time for a match, and
Time answers with a look and a laugh
that tells her forever’s gonna
start right then and there.
Well it’s going on Saturday morning,
and both their bodies and skies are stormy,
Love’s impatient, and Time is ready to fly.

And something about your eyebrows,
tells me you’re beginning to understand.
I’ll give you 2000 reasons why
I’m your millennium man.
Inspiration is only one.
One thousand-nine-hundred and ninety-nine
more to come.

Later breakfast in bed is burning,
and it’s amazing the things they’re learning.
They close their eyes and finish
breakfast in their dreams.
Now Love belongs to Time,
and Time belongs to Love, and
Time and Love are finally free.

All our walls are expanding.
All our hats are hanging high off stars.
All our drawings are dancing up and down
the necks of our guitars.

Opportunity presents himself, and
Time shakes his hand, then Love
suggests they all sit down to tea.
It’s Sunday in Paradise, and
Time and Love thank God that
Winter dreams turn into Spring realities.

And something about your eyebrows,
tells me you’re beginning to understand.
I’ll give you 2000 reasons why
I’m your millennium man.
Inspiration is only one.
One thousand-nine-hundred and ninety-nine more to come.