Everyone was waiting for the salvation singers no one was waiting for me. I lost my invitation to the second coming so I sabotaged their limousine. I tried changing places with everybody that I know but everyone was out of town so how was I to know and time goes flying by and I don't mind. They were waiting for me on the corner last sunday. I hid behind a magazine. They'd got their directions from a minor indiscretion I wasn't too hard to find. I tried talking my way out but no one would let me in. Now I know what they were looking for they thought that I was him. And time goes flying by And I don't mind. They say love's a beautiful thing They say it can make the heart sing well I've been there one or two times maybe I'll get back sometime. At the wheel of the hearse sat my sole recollection she was looking serene she'd overstayed her welcome on the road to oblivion, then couldn't get in. We talked it over and I thought we'd reached an understanding But really all we had was a lack of expectations and time still flying by, and I don't mind.