Rush, Rush, Rush
Words by Brian Griffin (8-5-00)
Gotta, gotta, gotta get a movin’ on
You don’t want to be late
Day’s planned out before you are waking up
Plans you have come to hate
Clock hands moving, there’s no stopping it
It’s numbered face laughs at you
Fighting a battle you’ve been scheduled to lose
Seems there’s nothing you can do
You rush, rush, rush rush through your life
Got so much to work thru
Be here, be there right away
There’s nothing left to prove
What are you gonna be doing now?
Try to go against the march of time
Used to have moment to spare
But now it’s impossible to find
What are you gonna be doing now?
Minutes, hours days keep flying past
Looking for a little quality time
It never seems to last
You rush, rush, rush rush through everything
You can’t stop- you’re damned if you do
You’re climbing the ladder to an early grave
Sucks the life right outta you
Like to say that I’m different
Not a slave to the daily grind
But I’ve only got 15 minutes to sing 4 songs
And I’m running out of time
So please don’t yank me yet Donna
I’m really getting near the end
I gotta finish up this song now
I’m rushing once again
I rush, rush, rush rush through my life
Can’t slow down- no time to think
If I did I would start to realize
That I’m heading for the brink
We rush, rush, rush rush through our lives
Try to find another way
Caught in a trap we can’t escape
Be that way til our dying day
copyright 2000 BDG Music

