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