After attending one of Jim Bryson's Christmas shows, I though to myself, "my songs are so depressing. I want to write more like Jim writes". So I wrote this song.

Lyrics

I got to watch my step as I'm walking down my street
Can't seem to get it all together, no matter what I do
I lost my keys as I'm walking down my street
No doubt, Locked out, psyched out
deja vu

The bottom of line of you misunderstanding
Results in my crash landing

I'm only 10 minutes late for me it really means I'm early
You'll be waiting by the Kaffe
Looking at your watch
Then I stop to breath cause I like to take my time and smell the flowers
then the 10 turns to 20 turns to 30
Jack pot

I better run better run better run better late than never
I better run better run better run I'm running out of time
Don't want to let down everyone still its better late than never
I better run better run better run I'm running out of time.

You're flatlining as I'm bouncing down my street
Then you hook me round the collar and try to haul me back
I go up I go down I go sideways down my street
You say that I've been lost, believe me I've been found

The bottom line of you misunderstanding
results in my crash landing run
better run better run better late than ever
I better run better run better run I'm running out of time
don't want to let down anyone still its better late than never
better run better run better run
I'm running out of time
better run better run better run
I'm running out of time
better run better run better run
i'm running out of time