No time for making my moves, no time

No time for hitting my groove, no time

Summer comes and summer gone

When I sing the very same song

Set apart of all the scene

How we long for all our dreams

No time for making no moves, no time

No time for hitting no grooves, no time

The clock it turns at a rapid pace

Takes us to another place

The train it goes from here to there

Just left me standing here

No time for making my moves, no time

No time for hitting my grooves, no time

I had the blues this morning I cried all day

I guess you lose the blues in the morning If you cry 'em away

No time for making my moves, oh no time

No time for hitting my grooves, no, no time