Lyrics

The face on the clock – looks wrinkled and tired - The second hand named after my clothes
Can't keep up the pace, and there's no time to waste - and 'dagos' where ever I go
Behind me my shadow looks beat up and tired - my tongue's hanging out - and my feet are on fire
Run – run - running out out of time – I can't keep up – long overdue
I'm looking for lucky horse shoe – I'm running out of time
All the grease and the grime – I'm running out of time
 
The sun's going down – my stress going up – and my air brakes are starting to smoke
Rolling 18 wheels – worn rubber and steel - no time for a beer or a toke
My 'B' train is heavy – I'm pulling a pup – I'm slow up the hills - and down on luck
Run – run - running out of time – the pace is almost suicide
Too many things to decide – I'm running out of time
All the nose you can grind – I'm running out of time
In this small town – it's hard hooking up – and my ex-wife is leaving me broke
Gotta deadline of freight, I accelerate - and hammer down where ever I go
My eye lids are heavy – appointments to keep - with sunrise approaching – I feel heat
Run – run - running out out of time – it's not the way to survive
Not sure if 6 is 9 – I'm running out of time
All the ass you can prime - I'm running out of time
Written by: Brent Doerner
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