Out of Time
© 1998 Stages  Words: Minton  Music: Wozniak / Minton

Oh, yeah…
When I look at my life, I realize… that there must be something better
Well l've tried it their way, but the voice inside… seems to know me better

Something's telling me we're running out of time
There's no room for patience
System's failing, breaking down along the lines
Will we pay the penance, oh, yeah

Hours in the mirror, face to face with me, is the reflection accurate?
Why the urgency? Why does it frustrate me? I find no comfort in an ordinary fate

Something's telling me we're running out of time
There's no room for patience
System's failing, breaking down along the lines
Will we pay the penance, oh, yeah

Ah…

Something's telling me we're running out of time
There's no room for patience
System's failing, breaking down along the lines
Will we pay the penance, oh, yeah
Will we pay, will we pay—
Will we pay, will we pay—
Will we pay, will we pay—will we pay?