The clock's running down
  The team's losing ground
  To the opposing defense
  The young quarterback
  Waits for the snap
  When suddenly it all starts to make sense
    He's got all kinds of time
  He's got all kinds of time
  All kinds of time
  He's got all kinds of time
  All kinds of time
    He takes a step back
  He's under attack
  But he knows that no one can touch him now
  He seems so at ease
  A strange inner peace
  Is all that he's feeling somehow
    He's got all kinds of time
  He's got all kinds of time
  All kinds of time
  He's got all kinds of time
  All kinds of time
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  He thinks of his mother
  He thinks of his bride-to-be
  He thinks of his father
  His two younger brothers
  Gathered around the widescreen TV
    He looks to the left
  He looks to the right
  And there in a golden ray of light
  Is his open man
  Just as he planned
  The whole world is his tonight