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The Time is Right

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By Jake Speed · May 31st, 2006 · Speedy Delivery
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Notes: As a teacher, one of the most difficult parts of my job comes every June when I have to say goodbye to a group of seniors. In our school, I get to work with the same students for three out of their four years; needless to say, I grow extremely attached to them as I watch their transformation from annoying & smelly freshmen into insightful & gracious seniors. As you may recall, students love to huddle at the door eyeing the clock during the final minute of class at the end of the day, just waiting for freedom. I never want time to stop so much as during that final minute before releasing them for the last time. I wrote this song for my seniors' final ceremonies ­ I wept my way through every line.

The Time is Right - Click Here to (Hear The Time IS Right) June 1, 2006

I remember the first time I saw you.

I was Mister and you were just 15. You wore bookbags; I wore neckties. I was scared of you, you were scared of me.

I remember the first time I lectured. I didn't know what I was saying and neither did you. Blah, blah, blah, blah, can't wait till the bell rings. And I can only guess that's what you were thinking too.

Chorus: You would line up at my front door Watching the time go by. But I would never let you go Until the time was right.

I remember how you loved homework. And read every single poem and every book. Just like I remember how I read Every single essay test you took. I remember how you smiled At every silly thing I'd do. Every shimmy, every fanny pack, every leg jump. I did it all for you, all for you.

Chorus.

Bridge: Now, I'm waiting by the door Watching the clock tick by some more And the time is right I know. As you're waiting by the door Watching the clock with me once more I don't want to let you go. But the time is right, I know.

I'll remember the last time I'll see you. I'll miss you, but you'll just be sick of me I'll wear a frown; You'll wear a smile, because I'll want you to stay and you'll be ready to leave..

I'll remember the last time I'll tell you The time is right, it's okay for you to go. And I'll be thinking about how much you've changed me. And I can only hope that's what you'll be thinking too.

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