He met her on the road 
With a heavy, heavy load 
She said "Oh my lord, you're beautiful" 

Now it's hard to do the pushin' 
When you're a needle, and she's a cushion 
You know, there ain't gonna be too much mushin' that 
way. 

He said, she's just one more sheep 
In a whole big white heap 
All they are is cotton for him to sleep on. 

Why do we have to die? 
Give me just more time, 
I'm gonna make it all right. 

All he had left in him was his pain 
She was a sweet field of sugar cane 
He was a walking hurricane 
Use your imagination. 

He scratches his nails in the dirt 
Still he couldn't undo all the hurt 
It clang like sweat, onto his shirt 
You know how it does. 

You can't teach a new dog old tricks 
You can break but you cannot fix 
You cannot, cause it, it really sticks to you. 

Why do we have to die? 
Give me just more time, 
I'm gonna make it all right. 

(We're gonna take it up one notch' 
Little more time, a little more time 
Little more time, a little more time 
Little more time, a little more time 

A Little more time, a little more time 

All I need is time to get home to you (X4' 

Time 
To get home to you