Time Flies - G.B.H.

I’d rather be an hour early than one second late

I’d sooner sit and read a book at the departure gate

Time flies like a broken man looking for his grave

Happy to be hungry and free than a well-fed slave

Time flies time flies time flies

Times flies then it drags

It will peak then it sags

Time flies then it stops

Watch me watch the clock

Make a plan it’s easy and worth it when you’re done

You know that face it haunts you hands don’t stop for no one

I just can’t sit at home burning all my bridges

I have got to get out there and scratch the part that itches

Waiting for a new disaster things been going to well

Either a last mad dash or hours to kill

It’s a race you cannot win, accept and understand

In a desert full of hope you lose a grain of sand