Time Flies

Enya - My Time Flies

My! My! Time flies!

One step and we're on the moon,

next step into the stars

Maybe we could be there soon,

a one way ticket to mars

A man underneath a tree,

an apple falls on his head

My my time flies

a man wrote a symphony,

it's 1812

Four guys across abbey road,

one forgot to wear shoes

A rap on a rhapsody,

a king who's still in the news,

a king to sing you the blues

A man in a winter sleigh,

white white white as the snow

A new day is on its way,

so let's let yesterday go

Could be we step out again

Could be tomorrow but then,

Could be 2010