Sometimes I feel like time is runnin' out on me,nAs if the hands turn way too fast.nMy mind is one step ahead of me,nAnd me I'm stuck in the past.nAnd it's about time I pick myself upnAnd find a way out of this.nThe sand is pourin' thru the hourglassnTo remind me of how precious time is.nnCuz all I ever donIs dream, dream, dreamnWhat am I supposed to donAll I ever donThat's how I make it thru.nnAnd everyday is a wishnFor another day to comenI know it's wrong, but it seemsnThat life has got me under its thumbnAnd it's about time I pick myself upnIt's a noble art seazing the day.nBut why, why is it, why is it so hardnTo let go, and break away.nnI pull the shadesnI turn out the lightnI go to sleepnAnd maybe tomorrow when I wake up.nI'll go out, and I'll do everything just right.