• The clock's on the run now,
    With seconds ticking by,
    And you're not even noticing.
    Time has turned the tables,
    Stabbed me in the back.
    Because he and I know,
    There will be a cross road.
    I will be dragged one way,
    Out of your grasp.
    And your choice will be,
    To follow me,
    Or go back and turn away,
    And forget everything I ever gave.
    I worked to hold the world,
    But the world has worked to hold you.
    "It's my life" is the over used cliche,
    That has become the excuse,
    To do what you want.
    I can hear time laughing in my ear,
    He lets me know he's almost here.
    So while you skip down your own path,
    I'm about to be dragged down a new one.
    Ripped from my roots,
    And thrown into a new world.
    I keep reaching for your hand,
    But you want more time to spend.
    To spend in your own world,
    Doing as you please.
    So do not blame me,
    If on those lonely days I began to cry.
    Time was never on our side.