Bert Jerred

Turn and go – turn away. There's no time for this. How did you see right through me? How did you know my name? I still remember the dream; I still feel your kiss. I never met you (“meet me by the river...”) at the trees overhanging the Styx. There's no time for this. There's no time for this at all. There's no time – waste no time. Waste no time.