I'm driving home
I think that it's Friday
Another week is gone

How the days slip by me

I remember when I was a child

And my parents told me how time flies
I thought it was a lie


Sitting on top of my hands
Watching the world go by
Tapping my feet on the floor

Wondering, wondering why
Things don't work out right
No they never seem to work out right

But there's always tonight
There's always tonight


So, I'm late again
I hate to be early
Making you wait again

Cause I'm thinking that surely
You don't mind the time
Like I mind, like I mind the time


Sitting on top of my hands
Watching the world go by

Tapping my feet on the floor
Wondering, wondering why
Things don't work out right

No they never seem to work out right
Nothing ever works out right
No it never ever works out right

But there's always tonight
There's always tonight


Lying awake
I think about tomorrow
How many miles it would take

To walk around this sorrow

Sitting on top of my hands

Watching the world go by
Tapping my feet on the floor
Wondering, wondering why

Sitting on top of my hands
I am sitting on top of my hands
And things don't work out right

No they never seem to work out right
But there's always tonight