Dream, Dream, Dream-Bombshell Rocks

Sometimes I feel like time is running out on me As if my hands turn way too fast My mind is one step ahead of me And me I＇m stuck in the past And it＇s about time I pick myself up And find a way out of this The sand is pouring through the hourglass To remind me of how precious time is Cause all I ever do Is dream, dream, dream What am I supposed to do All I ever do That＇s how I make it thru And everyday is a wish For another day to come I know it＇s wrong but it seems That life has got me under it＇s thumb And it＇s about time I pick myself up It＇s a noble art, seizing the day But why, why is it, why is it so hard To let go, and break away I pull the shades I turn out the light I go to sleep And maybe tomorrow, when I wake up, I＇ll go out, And I＇ll do everything just right