Hands Of Time Songtext

The hands of time, a precious thing
Just can't wait around to hear the fat lady sing
The hands of time, a precious thing
I just can't live so I can die on memory lane

So take me to a straightaway and I'll outrun

The hands of time
The hands of time
The hands of time
The hands of time

Running out of time, I got to move on
Got to move before the darkness and the daylight come
Running out of time, I got to move on
Got to move before the madness of the maker's son
So take me to a straightaway and I'll outrun

The hands of time
The hands of time The hands of time
The hands of time