John farnham, phil buckle, and ross fraser      As they clock winds down, on another day   Worked your hands to the bone   You know no other way      You're just working all night, sleeping all day   The time of your life   Just gets taken away      Time, time, and money   Slip away from me, into the air   Time, time, and money   It's a mystery, but it's everywhere      We'll there's no way around it   You can't live without it   You think about it   Money      It's the bread on the table   The car in the drive   The clothes on your baby   It keeps you alive