You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from

I heard horses came to ride me away

I want shade and a good place to shoot from

If it's a clock I'd be the end of the day

You know you're not the boss of me

You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair

But I got all the time in the world

You're the ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning

You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back grinning

You know, you got a bad reputation and your nine lives way down the line

I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear

I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there

And I got all the time in the world

A bridge is only there for you to jump off of

And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue

I do declare my independence baby

I shot off all my fireworks for you

The river's burning and the trees are on fire

There's lots of good rubber left on these tires

And I've got all the time in the world

Baby, you're the light that won't change, that I got stuck at

You're the fan that won't work at the motel

They were all out of red so I got me a blue one

Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one

I know you won't go very far, you left your blonde wig in the car

And I got all the time in the world