Running Out Of Time Songtext / Lyric

witless humorless conversation has filled me up like an old gas station I´m wallowing in a pool of gasoline
self appointed sheriff of a popular ghost town I´m open to bribes but I´ve arrested no one I´m galloping off to meet my bride to be
she´ll woo the saloon then sing us both to sleep

but ...I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´ve run out of time

screenplay players co-writing a screenplay
cotton candy for the eyes but cotton balls for the brain he thinks to himself "thank god the bar´s not too high" just look at his face and then you´ll see why

but ...I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´ve run out of time

Hollywood waiter with a chip on his shoulder only break has been his back and yet he´s just getting older- he´s washing his clothes in a sink of self-pity

retired ball player guest-hosting a talkshow earned a trophy and a wife and twice he´s won the lotto
I´m running away but don´t know who from or why -just look in his eyes and then you´ll see why

but ...I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´ve run out of time
but ...I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´m running out of time
I´ve run out of time