Verse 1: rero Verse 2: Time is flying like an arrow And the clock hands go so fast, they make the wind blow And it makes the pages of the calendar go Flying out the window, one by one 'Til 100 years are on the front lawn And the old, familiar things are mostly all gone But the old sombrero just keeps hovering on Hovering sombrero, hover on Chorus: Don't be burdened by regrets or make Your failures an obsession Or become embittered or possessed by ruined hopes Remember, when you take your (azchords.com)