I’m in need of the answer, in search of the question, in love with being broken-hearted
Days race by faster, it’s a made-up lesson, and I’m lost before I started
little white lie, a big black sky, an emptiness open on the dashboard
I feel a lack of self, and it’s someone else, telling you to try, where you failed before

Where does the time go?
I don’t know 
It’s movin’ underneath me
Like I’m moving in slow-motion
I reach out though 
it passes too quick to see me

Livin’ on the back nine, livin’ out your past life, tryin’ to make a livin' as an outlaw
But the problem you see, stealing ain’t what it used to be, everyone’s used to it by now
You back-up your gun, make your [bad word]  your faking isn’t breaking any new ground 
But is there such a thing, watching the rain wash away everything you thought you’d found?

Where does the time go?
I don’t know 
It’s movin’ underneath me
Like I’m moving in slow-motion
I reach out though 
it passes too quick to see me

I think that this could be the last one Jimmy
Why don’t [bad word] and take this last one with me? 
I gotta say that it’s good to be home
Sometimes I miss you when I’m out there alone
 [bad word] around some time, clear your mind, it’s getting harder as the weeks slip away
We can turn on a dime, pass you a b’lime, while you wait for the [bad word] [bad word] your way

Your time [bad word] if you let it be right, if you let it be right
Your time [bad word] if you let it be right, if you let it be right 
Your time [bad word] if you let it be right, if you let it be right