The pointed second hand counts down the life I lead, marking of my legacy of worldly deeds.
Tick tock tick. Constantly I think of things I can't complete. Well, it's time to throw them into the backseat.
Son of a gun. Life's a fleeting dream. Don't let it go. You gotta make the most of it you know.
Don't stop now. Don't let it slip away. You gotta live it up while you can and don't delay.
For the fleeting dreams, they never stay.