Seems like New Year’s Eve was yesterday But Spring has just begun And I can still feel last Summer’s sun I think I must be twenty Soon I’ll be past thirty-one It feels like days are on the run
On the run, on the run
I heard about it, read about it, Really thought I knew When I was younger, days were never done Those endless, boring strings of days Got shorter every year My mornings fly, my nights are on the run
On the run, on the run
Now there’s a scammer on my wrist And there’s another on my wall They tick and tock and lie to everyone I hope that they could keep it still I know they never will Their hours are seconds, years are on the run