Time Seller - Spencer Davis

I know there’s a man who can sell time

I can take it away and say that it’s mine

He smiles from a distance and lives in a tree

Holding out a welcome hand, just for you and me

Money is chocolate, wrapped in a silver cloud

Everybody would, but no one is allowed

There’s no tomorrow, only today

When it rains, it rains lemonade

So come with me and meet a man

Whose job it is, is selling all this time

Before he spreads his wings and starts to flying 'round the sky

People are shadows, trapped in a golden well

And only children’s eyes can break the spell

They live in a land where the clocks grow on trees

And words sound just like a cool summer breeze

I know that this man who does sell time

Is someone who’s lying deep in my mind

It’s all sad to think that there is such a man

When you’re lonely you can join me in his hand

Come with me and meet a man

Whose job it is, is selling all this time

Before he spreads his wings and starts to flying 'round the sky