One, two, three, four.
Hey!
Riding down the fast train,
life rushing by through the wind of pain
and I
think I'm going insane.
The faster we go, the more we complain
that I'm always losing now.
I wish I had more than 24 hours
because things are getting shorter for sure.
When I save a few hours today to get away,
I
wish I had time to play on Saturday because
if there's no time for sleeping,
oh, my body's creeping.
It used to be a sweet thing.
I don't
know why I always say I got to fly.
I feel a little weary now.
I got no time.
I feel
a little weary now.
Oh, look out.
Flying in a jet plane, reeling from the jet
plane,
pumping in my brain and I'm playing in a wage game,
but I feel like I must be
playing for the wrong team.
I feel a little weary now.
The seconds rush by, the minutes
just fly and the time it keeps eluding me so.
Everybody want a life that's full in every
way.
Oh,
but there's too many things to do in
just one day and if there's no time for
listening, oh, there's something missing.
You know it's got me thinking.
I don't know
why.
You know it really makes me cry and die.
I feel a little weary now.
I got no time.
I feel a little weary now.
There's just no time.
I feel a little weary now.
Oh, look out.
Everybody
wants a life that's full in just about every way.
Oh, but there's too many things to do
in just one day and if there's no time for kissing,
oh,
there's something missing.
Is
anybody listening?
I don't know why.
Busy beeches have to fly.
I
feel a little weary
now.
I got no time.
I feel a little weary now.
There's just no time.
I feel a little
weary now.
I got no time.
I feel a little weary now.
Oh,
where did it go?
I feel a little weary now.
Where did it go?
I've got no time.
Where did it go?