Time has told me you're rarefyingA trouble cure for a troubled mindTime has told me not to ask for moreFor someday our ocean will find its shoreSo I'll leave the ways that are making me beWhat I really don't want to beLeave the ways that are making me loveWhat I really don't want to loveTime has told me you came with the dawnA soul with no footprint, a rose with no thornYour tears, they tell me, there's rarely no wayOf ending your troubles with things you can sayAnd time will tell you to stay by my sideTo keep on trying till there's no more to hideSo leave the ways that are making you beWhat you really don't want to beLeave the ways that are making you loveWhat you really don't want to loveTime has told me you're rarefyingA trouble cure for a troubled mindTime has told me not to ask for moreFor someday our ocean will find its shore