The pointed second hand counts down the life I lead,
Marking off my legacy of worldly deeds
Tick, Tock, Tick
Constantly I think of things I can't complete
Well, it's time to throw them into the back seat
Son of a gun!

Life's a fleeting dream. Don't let it go...
You gotta make the most of it you know
Don't stop now, don't let it slip away, oh, no
Live it up while you can and don't delay, oh oh

For the fleeting dreams they never stay...