Solo: E B C#m A [2x]
E B
The clock's running down
C#m
The team's losing ground
A
To the opposing defense
E B
The young quarterback
C#m
Waits for the snap
A
When suddenly it all starts to make sense
[Estribillo]
E B
He's got all kinds of time
C#m
He's got all kinds of time
A
All kinds of time
E B
He's got all kinds of time
C#m
All kinds of time
E B
He takes a step back
C#m
He's under attack
A
But he knows that no one can touch him now
E B
He seems so at ease
C#m
A strange inner peace
A
Is all that he's feeling somehow
[Repete Refrão]
[Bridge]
A
He thinks of his mother
E B
He thinks of his bride-to-be
A
He thinks of his father
His two younger brothers
B
Gathered around the widescreen TV
[Solo: E B C#m A]
E B
He looks to the left
C#m
He looks to the right
A
And there in a golden ray of light
E B
Is his open man
C#m
Just like he planned
A
The whole world is his tonight
[Repete Refrão 2x]
Compositores: Adam Schlesinger, Chris Collingwood
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