Time to Leave - Live
It's time to say goodbye and thanks for showing
It's time to pack the bags and hit the road
So don't forget to write
It's time to raise the lights
Here's a final thought before you go
Your mama loves you
And Jesus loves you
But save a little room inside your heart for me
So now we're leaving
But don't be grieving
No band could love you half as much as Ping
It's time to change our clothes and take a shower
The order's wrong, but you know what I mean
The time is done for getting down and dirty
The time has come for getting squeaky clean
Your mama loves you
And Jesus loves you
But save a little shampoo
And some soap for me
So now we're leaving
But don't be grieving
No band could love you half as much as Ping
The time has come for final introductions
Kim is to my left with perfect pitch
Hi, I'm Jeff, I hold it all together
Or tear it all apart, I don't know which
Chad's behind me shaking his percussion
That's Andrew on the drums and Stace on keys
The time has come for John to take a solo
The time has come for you to clap and scream
So if you parked and sadly left your lights on
Or if you locked your keys inside your car
You can always come back here
And help us load our gear
And marvel at us glamorous rock stars
Hey, c'mon, I'm joking
What are you smoking
We'll grouse about our day jobs 'til you fall asleep
So now we're leaving
But don't be grieving
No band could love you half as much as Ping
We've worn our welcome out, it's time to leave!
It's time to pack the bags and hit the road
So don't forget to write
It's time to raise the lights
Here's a final thought before you go
Your mama loves you
And Jesus loves you
But save a little room inside your heart for me
So now we're leaving
But don't be grieving
No band could love you half as much as Ping
It's time to change our clothes and take a shower
The order's wrong, but you know what I mean
The time is done for getting down and dirty
The time has come for getting squeaky clean
Your mama loves you
And Jesus loves you
But save a little shampoo
And some soap for me
So now we're leaving
But don't be grieving
No band could love you half as much as Ping
The time has come for final introductions
Kim is to my left with perfect pitch
Hi, I'm Jeff, I hold it all together
Or tear it all apart, I don't know which
Chad's behind me shaking his percussion
That's Andrew on the drums and Stace on keys
The time has come for John to take a solo
The time has come for you to clap and scream
So if you parked and sadly left your lights on
Or if you locked your keys inside your car
You can always come back here
And help us load our gear
And marvel at us glamorous rock stars
Hey, c'mon, I'm joking
What are you smoking
We'll grouse about our day jobs 'til you fall asleep
So now we're leaving
But don't be grieving
No band could love you half as much as Ping
We've worn our welcome out, it's time to leave!
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Elbel
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