all out of time fed up with life waiting for things to turn out right wouldn't it be nice at the end of the line waiting for things to turn out right not with me, at least not now i've made mistakes got out some how it's the same old questions always being asked where's the passion i can't find something’s lacking i guess i'll just keep running away until i find i can't find this cruel joke that i was made to win if this is my luck when does it end with all fears aside i close my eyes better days are here when will this end