Someone takes the floor
And the afternoon is made for speaking
This old train made for two
And the afternoon is for dance
Take your time
Any afternoon
Take your time
Any afternoon
A bower you will grow
When you're standing still in the arbor
And organs will expire
When the doctor comes close
Take your time
Any afternoon
Take your time
Any afternoon
Take your time
Any afternoon
Take your time
Any afternoon
Any Afternoon was written by James Elkington.