Текст песни
Clock hands bite the wall
I been running on fumes
Empty cup, cold floor
And a list I can't move
My phone lights up once
Then it dies in my hand
I keep saying I'll start
But I can't make a plan
The day keeps slipping
Through my sore old grip
I want to jump in
But I keep missing it
I don't have time
I don't have chance
I keep on reaching
For one more dance
I don't have time
I don't have chance
Still I hold on
With both my hands
(I don't have time)
(I don't have chance)
Bus kicks dust at me
Rain on the corner glass
Everybody else moves
Like they know how to pass
I got shoes full of miles
And a name full of rain
But I still look for a door
In the middle of pain
The day keeps slipping
Through my sore old grip
I want to jump in
But I keep missing it
I don't have time
I don't have chance
I keep on reaching
For one more dance
I don't have time
I don't have chance
Still I hold on
With both my hands
(I don't have time)
(I don't have chance)
If I fall behind
Don't let me stay there
I can still be found
By a small prayer
One clean breath
One brave try
Maybe that's enough
To get me by
I don't have time
I don't have chance
I keep on reaching
For one more dance
I don't have time
I don't have chance
Still I hold on
With both my hands
(I don't have time)
(I don't have chance)
