Two a.m. Pacific Time The Santa Anas are blowing in The autumn sky Can't sleep away your worries It's all right 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 wanna 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've Made up my mind All things Must pass Like sand in an hourglass Don't stop to criticize Fallen dreams Those fiends from your past that 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 shovelling earth to make a hole for you to lie in, Don't you think you could have 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 You can take that to your grave Now, 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've Made up my mind Looks like We're running out of time (keep repeating until song fades out)