It was a mild and lively evening at the end of May   I had gone out for one quick coffee at the corner cafe   I must have looked a little tense and overworked, I guess   'Cause this old man leaned in and said:   "My darling, what's the stress?   Come sit, come have a moment's rest   Your work is nothing worth unless   Your mind is calm and clear and at its best"      And he went on:   "To everyone who's running faster every day," he said   "To everyone who's not found peace and independence yet and   To everyone who thinks that life is where they're headed to   Who thinks a better day awaits as soon as they get through   These busy years of things to do   This wall of greedy cynics who   persuade them to give up their dreams too soon      Take your time   It's a quarter to forever right now   Take your time   It's a quarter to forever now      To everyone who thinks that love was just a dream they had   Who thinks tomorrow and the future has nothing new to add and   To everyone who's watched their hopes run out and slam the door   And everyone who still don't know what they are looking for or   Found it and dropped it on the floor   Whose hands and arms have gotten sore   From holding on too tight to what once was      Take your time   It's a quarter to forever now   Take your time   It's a quarter to forever now"