Who gets to heal what's broken? Who has the last word spoken? Everyone knows that the answer Of course, is time And if I've disappointed you And you're all disjointed All I can do is to hope and pray That you'll come around some day And I'm counting on time I'm counting on time To heal these wounds To see you through There was a time When I was always around Then I was carried along On the sea of dreams I guess In the pursuit of something better I lost the one thing That you can never replace And now your face is on my mind So I'm counting on time I'm counting on time To heal these wounds To see me through It seems I'm always working towards it With nothing to show for it Nothing but time Who gets to heal what's broken? Who has the last word spoken? Everyone knows that the answer Of course, is time, sweet time