Two a.m. Pacific TimeThe Santa Ana's are blowing in the 
autumn sky
Can't sleep away your worries it's alright
last words she spoke to you echo through your mind
she said it looks like we're running out of time
looks like we're running out of time
In the morning you try to phone in
no answer only a busy tone then
you ring again to get through
reluctantly she answers hello don't want to talk to you
because it looks like we're running out of time
looks like we're running out of time
looks like we're running out of time
woman I made up my mind
All things must pass
like sand in an hour glass
don't stop to criticize fallen dreams
those fiends from your past they haunt you
you don't need nobody to taunt you
with something you know you should do
when the sands of time have run dry
and they're shoveling earth
to make a hole for you to lie in
don't you think you could of been fairer
as you're struggling for your last breath of air
good to see you now saving face
these are things you'll realize
and you can take that to your grave
cause it looks like we're running out of time
looks like we're running out of time
looks like we're running out of time
woman I made up my mind