Pharcyde - Moment In Time lyrics

"Hey, Albert!"

"Oh, yeah, what's up, Johnny?"

"You got your harmonica with you today, man?"

"Yeah, brought it with me today, man"

"I think we better get on down, you know, 'cause I got the blues"

"You know I got 'em, too"

"Well, hear it is"

"So hear it is, man"

Oh, baby

Honey, why don't you bring your fine self home?

Oh, baby

Honey, why don't you bring your fine self home?

Don't you send no letters to me

Don't call me, woman

What I need I can't get on no telephone

I know we had our problems, baby

In every life there's some ups and downs

I know we had our problems, baby

In every life there's a little ups and downs

But you kissed the first thing smokin'

And your man sure ain't jokin', woman

Get in this town!

Now play the blues for me Albert

Play the blues!

(Collins solo)

Well, you touched me with the feelin'

And it was such a perfect blend

And now I want it over and over, over and over again

Come on, baby

Get your fine self back in this town

Don't you stop to think about it

Don't you stop to talk to nobody

Bring it on home

Don't you stop to think about it

Don't you stop to talk to nobody

Bring it on home