Sometimes I feel like time is runnin' out on me,
As if the hands turn way too fast.
My mind is one step ahead of me,
And me I'm stuck in the past.
And it's about time I pick myself up
And find a way out of this.
The sand is pourin' thru the hourglass
To remind me of how precious time is.
Cuz all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream
What am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I make it thru.
And everyday is a wish
For another day to come
I know it's wrong, but it seems
That life has got me under its thumb
And it's about time I pick myself up
It's a noble art seazing the day.
But why, why is it, why is it so hard
To let go, and break away.
I pull the shades
I turn out the light
I go to sleep
And maybe tomorrow when I wake up.
I'll go out, and I'll do everything just right.