Your working days are over now You were on the road almost forty years Every Monday morning you'd disappear The children lie there in their pyjamas Then rush outside to wave goodbye But you were gone, you and your nightmare That we'd grow up and grow apart It was your job, there was no way around it You've never known any other life And now you've got All the time in the world now How are you gonna kill it? All the time in the world Your working days are over now So now you're painting all the empty rooms You're always barefoot, gave away your suits You can play Sinatra any time you like A vanished world surrounds you as you close your eyes Let me say, you're such a good man I wanted to turn out as good as you I cut my teeth on disappointment so far What is it that makes us who we are? All the time in the world now How are you gonna kill it? All the time in the world