No time for making my moves, no time   No time for hitting my groove, no time   Summer comes and summer gone   When I sing the very same song   Set apart of all the scene   How we long for all our dreams   No time for making no moves, no time   No time for hitting no grooves, no time   The clock it turns at a rapid pace   Takes us to another place   The train it goes from here to there   Just left me standing here   No time for making my moves, no time   No time for hitting my grooves, no time   I had the blues this morning I cried all day   I guess you lose the blues in the morning if you cry 'em away   No time for making my moves, oh no time   No time for hitting my grooves, no, no time