Time is the fact

I see the light
I walk towards it with pride
But at the end of the light
Is an endless hollow pipe
I fell into this pipe
It leads me to no one right

The passer bys like
But I turn a blind eye

So I take my time to enjoy this ride
I will meet this Mr Right among thousand grains of sand

Do not worry I will cry, Argentina
If you leave me, I be sad yes I will be sad
If you stay does not mean I will be glad

Let the tick tock on the clock set
If I meet the Mr Right I will snap
Do not say sorry, do not be sad. I will not accept
No one do me wrong
Time is just the matter of fact