Sometimes, I feel like time [bad word] out on me
As if the hands turn way too fast
My mind is one step ahead of me
And me, I'm stuck in the past

And it's about time I pick myself up
And find a way out of this
The sand is pouring through the hourglass
To remind me of how precious time is

'Cause all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream what am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I make it through

And everyday is a wish
For another day [bad word] I know it's wrong but it seems
That life has got me under it's thumb

And it's about time I pick myself up
It's a noble art, seizing the day
But why, why is it, why is it so hard
To let go and break away?

'Cause all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream what am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I make it through

I pull the shades, I turn out the light
I go to sleep and maybe tomorrow, when I wake up
I'll go out and I'll do everything just right

'Cause all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream what am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I make it through

Yeah, all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream what am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I, that's how I make it through