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