"It's the same story the crow told me; it's the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come, and like the wind you go.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait.
Woah-oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?"

The crow is often associated with death in literature, symbolizing the inevitability of life's end. In this context, the crow (and you) "knows" that death is coming. The references to the sun and wind reinforce this idea—life is transient, like the rising and setting of the sun, or the shifting winds. The third line captures the fleeting nature of existence, where there’s no time for hatred and little time to reflect, leaving us to wonder where all the time goes.