Lately we're running out of time,
and calling out all guilty pleasures
anything to stop clock watching
Lately we're running out of time,
Crazy for running all the time
we're running out of time
I'm off like an aeroplane
I'm licking your postage stamp again
and I'm prayin' that we don't crash
Who knew I'd come so fast?
I thought I made it to three and a four
Or close the five -minute fantasy
on the short -lived flight
I don't think there's no solution
And forget our restless destination
Let's live in the moment, just this time
Maybe, let's forget we're
I'm off like an aeroplane
and I'm riding on my brawn
I'm yearning to turn you on
I've been working on getting you off,
Well how can I guess by the subject
when the matter is too delicate
you're running through my mind
And it makes me crazy, crazy,
You might be the soundest sleeper
And build your nest upon my shoulder you