Seems like New Year’s Eve was yesterday
But Spring has just begun
And I can still feel last Summer’s sun
I think I must be twenty
Soon I’ll be past thirty-one
It feels like days are on the run
On the run, on the run
I heard about it, read about it,
Really thought I knew
When I was younger, days were never done
Those endless, boring strings of days
Got shorter every year
My mornings fly, my nights are on the run
On the run, on the run
Now there’s a scammer on my wrist
And there’s another on my wall
They tick and tock and lie to everyone
I hope that they could keep it still
I know they never will
Their hours are seconds, years are on the run
On the run, on the run