Bm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C
It's time to stop your ramblin,
A . . . . . . . . . . . . . D
It's time to settle down.
Bm . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C
You know you ain't gonna find it, boy,
A . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bm
With all this ramblin' round.

The answer lies within yourself
And in the friends you know.
It's never in the towns you leave
Yet it's everywhere you go.

    Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D
    And this moment is all you own.
    Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D
    It's yours and yours alone.
    C . . . . . . . . . . . . E
    The rest is all illusion;
    F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E
    It's time you came on home.

New York City and Washington;
Saint Louis and Frisco too.
Paris, Rome, and London town;
Mallorca, Katmandu.

They're all the same beneath their skins,
Beneath the autum skies.
So just breath the air and hear my words,
And open up your eyes.

    Chorus

Now a woman's love is everything.
At least that's what I hear.
And a man's love is like a bee,
Always going here and there.

But wait until you look into
The eyes of your newborn son.
Maybe then you'll understand,
For a new life has begun.

    Chorus