Sometimes I feel like time is running out on me

As if my 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 pouring through the hourglass

To remind me of how precious time is

Cause 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 it's thumd

And it's about time I pick myself up

It's a noble art, seizing 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