Feel like I’m runnin. I’d really like to walk.

Might even sit down if I could stop the clock.

But the minute hands’ movin’ even when I’m not groovin’.

So I must be losin’ this race against time.

When I was a young ‘un about 15 minutes ago

I came out of the gate just screamin’ at the world.

It didn’t do me much good so now I just grin, instead

Maybe I’m winnin’ this race I was born to lose.

So I might just sit down for about forever.

Tell everybody I found the fountain of youth.

Well that’s a little lie cause I’m still lookin’.

And the clock keeps tickin’ in a race against time.

If I could just sit a while, make the second hand slow down

I’d spend more minutes. just lovin’ on you.

I’d take a bigger look around, figure out what I did right,

Take a picture, and share it with the world.

Repeat chorus

(outro) “tick tock tick tock tick tock tick”