Two a.m.
Pacific Time
The Santa Anas are blowing in
The autumn sky
Can't sleep away your worries
It's all right
Last words she spoke to you
Echo through your mind
She said, "It looks like
We're running out of time
Looks like
We're running out of time"
In the morning
You try to phone in
No answer, only a
Busy tone.Then
You ring again to get through
Reluctantly, she answers, "Hello,
Don't wanna talk to you because
It looks like
We're running out of time
Looks like
We're running out of time
Looks like
We're running out of time"
Woman, I've
Made up my mind
All things
Must pass
Like sand in an hourglass
Don't stop to criticize
Fallen dreams
Those fiends from your past that haunt you
You don't need nobody to taunt you
With something you know you should do
When the sands of time have run dry,
And they're shovelling earth to make a hole for you to lie in,
Don't you think you could have been fairer
As you're struggling for your last breath of air,
Good to see you now,
Saving face.
These are things you'll realize
You can take that to your grave
Now, it looks like
We're running out of time
Looks like
We're running out of time
Looks like
We're running out of time
Woman, I've
Made up my mind
Looks like
We're running out of time
(keep repeating until song fades out)
