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