almost out of adolescence and into a world we didn t know not necessaryly love but in trouble with a fire down below looking back for a feeling it s just something far away and long ago i can still recall the name but she s really someone i don t even know but she was right for the time she was right for the time but time has a way of moving on i do recall a gypsy lady and a younger man in over his head i was her believer taken in by every loving word she said it was there for the first time the sweet and the bitter taste of love when you re young and alive too much never seems to be enough it seems the young and the innocent are drawn like a moth to a flame to the wild and the reckless believing they are one in the same she never found a way to separate the good from the bad and she never understood that love was all we ever really had she was right for the time but time has a way of moving on with her eyes on tomorrow one day she turned around and i was gone i d have to say in a way she just might be better off alone she was right for the time but time has a way of moving on