All Kinds of Time Lyrics

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 

[Bridge] 
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