If I could save time in a bottle, The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you. - Jim Croce

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with.

But tomorrow's a dream away and today has turned to dust.
Your silver tongue has turned to clay and your golden rule to rust.
If that's the way that you want it well that's the way I want it more,
Cause there'll be one less set of footprints on your floor in the mornin'.
Oh there'll be one less set of footsteps on your floor in the mornin'.

You don't tug on Superman's cape.
You don't spit into the wind.
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger.
And you don't mess around with Jim.