Time in a bottle is not some hay fever medicine in an ad on tv, nor is it a song from forty years ago. It ain't nothing because it don't exist! All we have is these days and nights...
        yeah nights like last night. And didn't time fly, rollin' almost out of control like a rude boy train; but country, with lefty and a long black veil. Forget about the afterlife and the suit of flame. We got the heavenly choir, Amelia and Bob Wills' suit. That's right, Jen and Rose, Rose and Ann and Melissa too; and Bob Dylan's grandmother giving me a hard time. No, no not Noel Redding, that guy in the polka dot shirt with the mandolin.
 And don't forget about Finbarr who came all the way from Ireland with his friends... Steve. Charlie. And the garbageman who was busy explaining what love is to some foreigner. Or was that Rose's Cousin? Well the crowd sure liked it but who's countin'? When Melissa Ferrick was talkin' about a house on fire I was dying and she kept on whistlin'. She played trumpet on Butter and Egg man, who knew? Well maybe Mr. Chenevert, who was in the back corner with all them poets. Yeah there was Chaucer and we played some Seger too. But then there comes a time and we turn the page...