Don't need a place, don't need a name Just need a purpose I lost my place in line and I think I'll be just fine There is no race - no one is chasing you You're running Worry, hurry, worry! Now who's wasting time?
Some folks say the future's bright Some folks say the end's in sight No one says much - they talk all night I'm goin' I'm goin' where the noise is mine
What is the goal, where is your soul? Or do you miss it? Do you have control or has that crossed your mind? Wake and eat and work and sleep Rinse and repeat it Worry, hurry, worry! Oh, such a waste of time!
Some folks tell me that the end is near Some folks tell me there is nothing to fear No one tells me anything that's all that clear Think I'll saddle on up, and clear outta here (Sadly I must decline, saddle up and clear on out of here)