It's my thirty fifth birthday

I've got no plans today

'cause it fell on a Monday

I guess I'm lucky that way


So I'm calling in sick

I head for the fridge

There's a glass of champagne

That somebody hid

In the side of the door

With a note that said

Bore where does the time go


So where does the time go

Where does the time go

How every year shows

What nobody knows


It's my thirty fifth birthday

And the kitchen is cold

Like a leftover breakfast

That's a day too old


So I'm taking a walk

Along the street

People in cars that I'll never meet

Remember this time

Take every step slow

Where does the time go


Where does the time go

Where does the time go

How every year shows

What nobody knows


Where does the time go

Nobody knows