Letras
I'm picking the pace
Watching grapes turn to raisins
Trying to retrace
All the steps that I have taken
I'm taking it back, I can't take it back
Oh, it takes me ba-a-a-ack
I need pushpins and tacks, tacks, tacks, tacks
For hanging up all of my paper-er-er
Paper scenes in sta-a-a-acks
Filled with pictures I've take-e-e-en
And when people say, "Where does the time go?"
Well, that's one thing that I know
I watch as it goes out the window
Falling below-low-low-low-low
It always feels like one big contest
Everything all so out of context
It always feels like one big contest
Everything's all so out of context
It always feels like one big contest
Everything all so out of context
It always feels like one big contest
Everything's all so out of context
It always feels like one big contest
Everything all so out of context
It always feels like one big contest
Everything's all so out of context