| (Evening) Time To Get Away |
| | (John Lodge)
Evening has come to pass,
The time of day doesn't last.
Evening, has earning its place today,
I'm tired of working away.
Working, living, it brings,
Only way to have those things.
Toiling has born too many tears,
Turn 'round all those past years.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
'Til next day.
Live all you people, you can see where you're at,
It doesn't really matter, so it can't be bad.
Live all you people, you can't see where you're at,
It doesn't really matter, so it can't be bad.
Evening time to get away.
Evening time to get away.
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