Before I was born, a lot of things happened, A lot of things happened, but not to me, Before I was born, a lot of things happened, That I didn’t happen to see.
And after I’m gone, a lot of things’ll happen, A lot of things’ll happen, Oh Lord, Amen, Yes, after I’m gone, a lot of things’ll happen, That I won’t know about then.
So it’s the meantime, meantime, All they gave me is that in-between time, For my loving, And my living, Gotta do it in the time I’m given.
Meantime, may mean nothing To posterity, But in the meantime, doing nothing, Sure is a-worrying me.
Before I was born, a lot of love happened, A lot of love happened, I’m well aware, Before I was born, a lot of love happened, That I didn’t happen to share.
And after I’m gone, a lot of love’ll happen, A lot of love’ll happen, there is no doubt, Yes, after I’m gone, a lot of love’ll happen, That I’ll be doing without.
So it’s the meantime, meantime, All they gave me is that in-between time, For my loving, And my living, Gotta do it in the time I’m given.
Meantime, may mean nothing To posterity, but in the meantime, Doing nothing, sure is a-worrying, The way the times are hurrying, Meantime, sure is a-worrying me.