Everyday everybody is always in a hurry
Trying to get someplace where they don't have to worry.
But there is always somewhere to go and somewhere else to be
Never any place where we can go to just set our feelings free.
Once we finally arrive all we do is sit and wait,
And think about why everybody else is late.
As the day becomes night,
And we slow our pace to match the receding light.
We finally stop to think about how our time was spent,
We realize that thinking about it causing nothing but torment.
Hurry up and wait is all we ever do,
Always moving forward without any ado.
