All The Time
Tom Waits Lyrics


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You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from
I heard horses came to ride me away
I want shade and a good place to shoot from
If it's a clock I'd be the end of the day
You know you're not the boss of me
You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair
But I got all the time in the world
You're the ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning
You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back grinning
You know, you got a bad reputation and your nine lives way down the line
I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear
I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there
And I got all the time in the world

A bridge is only there for you to jump off of
And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue
I do declare my independence baby
I shot off all my fireworks for you
The river's burning and the trees are on fire
There's lots of good rubber left on these tires
And I've got all the time in the world

Baby, you're the light that won't change, that I got stuck at
You're the fan that won't work at the motel
They were all out of red so I got me a blue one
Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one




I know you won't go very far, you left your blonde wig in the car
And I got all the time in the world

Overall Meaning

"All The Time" by Tom Waits is a song that explores the struggles of a dysfunctional relationship. The lyrics begin by comparing the relationship to a tree that bears no fruit. The singer is in a position where they feel trapped and unable to escape the situation, with nowhere to find relief. They talk about the desire to find some shade and a good place to shoot from. The imagery of wanting a good place to shoot from can be interpreted as wanting to gain some vantage point or perspective on the situation. The lyrics then go on to say that if it's a clock, they are the end of the day, highlighting that the end is near and that something will need to change.


The lyrics then depict the partner as a ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning. The partner is compared to a dead cat, clawing its way back grinning. This highlights the power struggle between the two individuals and how the partner is always coming back even when they are pushed away. The lyrics also reference the partner's bad reputation and the fact that they are on their nine lives, implying that the singer is almost about to give up on the relationship.


The singer then declares their independence and talks about shooting off all their fireworks for the partner. However, the bridge is only there for them to jump off of, highlighting that the future is bleak. The river's burning, the trees are on fire and the tires have lots of good rubber left, highlighting that there is still potential to get away from the situation. The song ends with the acknowledgement that the partner won't go very far and that the singer has all the time in the world.


Line by Line Meaning

You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from
You are something that you cannot enjoy the benefits of


I heard horses came to ride me away
I imagined danger approaching to take me away


I want shade and a good place to shoot from
I desire a safe place to observe and act from


If it's a clock I'd be the end of the day
If I were part of a clock, I would be the end of it


You know you're not the boss of me
You do not have control over me


You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair
You can try to seduce me, but it won't work


But I got all the time in the world
I have the luxury of time


You're the ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning
You are an obstacle that prevents progress


You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back grinning
You are something that refuses to die or go away


You know, you got a bad reputation and your nine lives way down the line
You have a negative reputation that precedes you and will affect future outcomes


I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear
I have the proper attire for any occasion


I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there
I would not expend any effort or resources on you


And I got all the time in the world
I have the luxury of time


A bridge is only there for you to jump off of
A bridge is only meant for self-destructive purposes


And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue
There is no hope or optimism in the situation


I do declare my independence baby
I am asserting my freedom and autonomy


I shot off all my fireworks for you
I put in effort to impress you, but it was not reciprocated


The river's burning and the trees are on fire
The situation is chaotic and out of control


There's lots of good rubber left on these tires
I am capable of going the distance


And I've got all the time in the world
I have the luxury of time


Baby, you're the light that won't change, that I got stuck at
You are a constant source of frustration in my life


You're the fan that won't work at the motel
You are an inconvenience or a nuisance


They were all out of red so I got me a blue one
I had to settle for something less desirable


Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one
You are always using my things without providing for yourself


I know you won't go very far, you left your blonde wig in the car
You are not capable of succeeding or making it on your own


And I got all the time in the world
I have the luxury of time




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, JALMA MUSIC
Written by: Thomas Alan Waits, Kathleen Brennan

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Comments from YouTube:

@clumsydad7158

nothin' like a good Tom funk, blues, soulful rockin' groove,,, biotches,,,, yeazzz

@frankhuerta9341

This is an amazing break-up song. Mean, nasty, and rockin.

@MrChegcelestialslides

She's gonna wig out.

@RockandrollNegro

Correct lyrics:

You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from
A herd a' horses come to ride me away
I want shade and a good place to shoot from
If I's a clock I'd be the end of the day

You know you're not the boss of me
You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair
But I got all the time in the world

You're the ditch in the road where the wheels keep spinning
You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back, grinning
You know, you got a bad reputation
and your nine lives waaay down the line

I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear
I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there
And I got all the time in the world

A bridge is only there for you to jump off of
And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue
I do declare my independence
baby I shot off all my fireworks for you

The river's burning and the trees are on fire
There's lots of good rubber left on these tires
And I've got all the time in the world

Baby, you're the lights that won't change, that I got stuck at
You're the fan that won't work, at the motel
They were all out of red, so I got me a blue one
Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one

I know you won't go very far,
you left your blonde wig in the car

And I got all the time in the world

@ericsimpson1750

I'm better off without a wife
Never have to ask for the keys

High larious

@PhilPankiewicz

plenty of tread left on these tires...

@ericsimpson1750

Wife helps

@morquan1948

Lyrics

You're the tree that you can't eat the fruit from
I heard horses came to ride me away
I want shade and a good place to shoot from
If it's a clock I'd be the end of the day
You know you're not the boss of me
You can lift your skirt, you can shake your hair
But I got all the time in the world
You're the ditch in the road where wheels keep spinning
You're the same dead cat, clawing its way back grinning
You know, you got a bad reputation and your nine lives way down the line
I got a jacket to put on and a hat to wear
I wouldn't waste a gallon on you out there
And I got all the time in the world
A bridge is only there for you to jump off of
And there ain't no rain clouds that are blue
I do declare my independence baby
I shot off all my fireworks for you
The river's burning and the trees are on fire
There's lots of good rubber left on these tires
And I've got all the time in the world
Baby, you're the light that won't change, that I got stuck at
You're the fan that won't work at the motel
They were all out of red so I got me a blue one
Baby, you're always using mine, why don't you get you one
I know you won't go very far, you left your blonde wig in the car
And I got all the time in the world

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