afraid it's
time to say your prayers
You gotta stop runnin' around, baby,
stop puttin' on your airs
You're tapped out, you're bled through and through,
there's nothing left to give
I hate to be the one to tell you,
you didn't make it through the sieve
But the final prodigals,
well they've moved on somehow
You can lay your pretty head down,
ain't no need to cocktail
There comes a time, to mend your ways
And that time is now
Think about what you want versus
all the things you need
Slow down, no one cares about your
progress or your speed
Finally it's come to pass,
the moment you tried to avoid
Like a hurricane you tore through the world
without a thought for what you destroyed
Surely there's something
to rescue or save somehow
But I know there's nothing that
Providence will allow
There's a time to mend your ways
And that time is now
Now you're getting softer
You're melting on the edge
of your heart
Only this I can offer,
it's never too late to start
I'm afraid it's time to say your prayers
Maybe you could stop running around,
stop
putting on airs
You're tapped out,
you're bled through and
There's nothing left to give
I hate to be the one to tell you
You didn't make it through the sieve
And the finer particles
When they've all moved on somehow
You can lay your pretty head down
There's no need to kowtow
There comes a time
To mend your ways
And that time is now
Yes
There comes a time, to mend your ways,
and that time is now
There comes a time, to mend your ways,
and that time is now
There comes a time, to mend your ways