Don’t need a place, don’t need a name
Just need a purpose
I lost my place in line and 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)
