High Time - Crepes

Stick to the routine to keep your mind clean

Don’t get wide-eyed

Move to the suburbs, don’t rear your head

Above the fence line

And it won’t take long

For you to get along

To get it right, you gotta get it wrong

And it’s high time

Put your politics down, plant your feet on the ground

Don’t you start no fight

Keep to familiar places, take your cue from the stages

Man is finite

Well, you can hum along

This ain’t no protest song

To get it right, you gotta get it wrong

And it’s high time

Well, it’s a loving thing

To fence it in

And if your conscience calls

Just put yourself ahead of it all

'Cause it’s high time

And it won’t take long for you to get along

Yes, it’s high time

Well, it’s a wholesome thing

To sing, «Don't tread on me.»

Don’t toss and turn at night

You gotta get it wrong to get it right

And it’s high time

You’ll mirror gold in the morning light

Yes, it’s high time

Trust your shallow pride and you will be just fine

'Cause it’s high time

You gotta get it wrong to get it right

And it’s high time