Running Out Of Time © Steve Aliment 2025
Running Out Of Time © Steve Aliment 2025
Let’s hear it for lonely ones - that the angels left behind
The hard luck no account fell between the cracks and never minds
Time ticks away — and the clock in the bell tower chimes
Desperation raising on the tide and we’re running out of time.
We’re running out of time. Running out of time.
The chances you have left are thinner than the ice you’re skating on
And those right wing’n gunslinging hot heads on your tail from dusk til dawn.
And they’re coming loaded guns drawn half out of their minds. Poor folks on the outside looking in are running out of time
We’re running out of time.
Listen there’s a million mother’s cry’n
Running out of time. Running out of time
It’s just another teardrop falling on a long black rose
It’s another sad country song playing on a Trutone radio
And it’s just another bad dream spinning round and round in my mind
If you’re seeking shelter from the storm you’re running out of time
We’re running out of time
Like a desperate family heading for the borderline.
Running out of time. Running out of time
Running out of time. Running out of time
Running out of time. Running out of time
Run. Yeah you better run son. Running out of time