Fountains of Wayne - All Kinds Of Time

 The clock's running down

 The team's losing ground

 To the opposing defense

 The young quarterback

 Waits for the snap

 When suddenly it all starts to make sense

 He's got all kinds of time

 He's got all kinds of time

 All kinds of time

 He's got all kinds of time

 All kinds of time

 He takes a step back

 He's under attack

 But he knows that no one can touch him now

 He seems so at ease

 A strange inner peace

 Is all that he's feeling somehow

 He's got all kinds of time

 He's got all kinds of time

 All kinds of time

 He's got all kinds of time

 All kinds of time

 He thinks of his mother

 He thinks of his bride-to-be

 He thinks of his father

 His two younger brothers

 Gathered around the widescreen TV

 He looks to the left

 He looks to the right

 And there in a golden ray of light

 Is his open man

 Just like he planned

 The whole world is his tonight