Won’t you stop and take a little time out with me. Just take five. Stop your busy day and take the time out to see if I’m alive. Though I’m going out of my way, just so I can pass by each day, not a single word do we say - it’s a pantomime and not a play. Still, I know our eyes often meet. I feel tingles down to my feet. When you smile, that’s much too discreet, sends me on my way. Wouldn’t it be better not to be so polite? You could offer a light, start a little conversation now, it’s alright. Just take five. Just take five.
(This is almost impossible to sing by the way. Heaven knows I’m not a good singer by anyone’s standard - but this really trips me up.)
