Lyrics

I'd rather be an hour early than one second late I'd sooner sit and read a book at the departure gate Time flies like a broken man looking for his grave Happy to be hungry and free than a well-fed slave Time flies time flies time flies Times flies then it drags It will peak then it sags Time flies then it stops Watch me watch the clock Make a plan it's easy and worth it when you're done You know that face it haunts you hands don't stop for no one I just can't sit at home burning all my bridges I have got to get out there and scratch the part that itches Waiting for a new disaster things been going to well Either a last mad dash or hours to kill It's a race you cannot win, accept and understand In a desert full of hope you lose a grain of sand