It's Time

Paul Keating:

I've made a habit of collecting clocks

Sleek antiques with ticks and tocks

Didn't you ever wonder why?

I hear the seconds as a perfect space

Pushed together in relentless pace

The beat of a moment passing by

And every face is like the moon to me

Full of hope and opportunity

Pulled in the orbit of it's hands

My tide is high and my chance is nigh

I've got to take it and you know why

Somewhere inside you, there's a man that understands

It's time!

Time, the revelator, destroyer and creator, no-one gets to wait on time!

Time to start afresh, we know we're only flesh and bones and so it's precious time!

It's time!

The Opposition takes a different tack

They wind it down and they turn it back

They don't like to hear that sound

But time is slipping past them every day

Just like the picture of Dorian Gray

And it's they who come unwound

Keating and Bob Hawke:

For evolution needs time to move

Just like a drummer beats time to grove

And it can never stand still

Keating:

The revolution of a second hand

Is the solution that I must demand

A change is gonna come now, you know it always will...

Keating and Hawke:

In time!

Keating:

Time is of the essence, I know that it's unpleasant but no time like the present time!

Time won't be denied and though you try to hide you know it's on my side...

Hawke:

It's time!

Time to make a break, it's time for you to take it, whip and out and shake it,

Keating and Hawke:

Time!

Keating:

Time and time again, you might have dug the venue, now you're on the menu, time!

It's time!