In the time before, in the time before time
A little boy sat and sucked his thumb,
His mother standing at the clothes line
It's still worth reading, and still worth reading next time
The story goes on like a river to the sea
And it never gonna make a straight line
Old man sitting till the break of dawn, waiting for the sun to shine
And the egg of the universe split in two
While the light of creation did shine
Come on over to my house
Come on up to my room
Come on over to my house
We'll get high in the afternoon, high in the afternoon
Saint Theresa was held down, while she levitated in her mind,
She knew she had to wait because a matter of fate
And a prayer sent along the line
Come on over to my house
Come on up to my room
Come on over to my house
We'll get high in the afternoon
In the time before, in the time before, in the time before time
A little boy sat and sucked his thumb,
His mother standing at the clothes line...
Come on over to my house
Come on up to my room
Come on over to my house
We'll get high in the afternoon