Stop the Clock

I like to lazy in the sun in the Chicago spring And shake my bones to the blues over gospel swing But would life ever be the same You said you'll take me on a trip down to Mexico Where they play fast guitars, but they move real slow But would life ever be the same Oh, but you left me in the rain I'd like to feel the earth move underneath my feet As I dance in the dark to some exotic beat But would life ever be the same And all this time that I dream is the time I live I've got to stop the clock That I am running with Stop the clock that I am running with But will life ever be the same Oh, but you left me in the rain Oh, but you left me in the rain