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