Two a.m.

Pacific Time

The Santa Anas are blowing in

The autumn sky

Can't sleep away your worries

It's all right

Last words she spoke to you

Echo through your mind

She said, "It looks like

We're running out of time

Looks like

We're running out of time"

In the morning

You try to phone in

No answer, only a

Busy tone.Then

You ring again to get through

Reluctantly, she answers, "Hello,

Don't wanna talk to you because

It looks like

We're running out of time

Looks like

We're running out of time

Looks like

We're running out of time"

Woman, I've

Made up my mind

All things

Must pass

Like sand in an hourglass

Don't stop to criticize

Fallen dreams

Those fiends from your past that haunt you

You don't need nobody to taunt you

With something you know you should do

When the sands of time have run dry,

And they're shovelling earth to make a hole for you to lie in,

Don't you think you could have been fairer

As you're struggling for your last breath of air,

Good to see you now,

Saving face.

These are things you'll realize

You can take that to your grave

Now, it looks like

We're running out of time

Looks like

We're running out of time

Looks like

We're running out of time

Woman, I've

Made up my mind

Looks like

We're running out of time

(keep repeating until song fades out)