I pay my bills to the time collectorsThey're getting more
from me each dayI pay them off a few words at a timeBut the
spur's gone from the momentAnd the moment's slipped
awayI used to feel like something here was mineNow I pay them
off a few words at a timeI reach into my pocket just so I can
make some changeAnd I find more hands than I can ever shakeAnd I
hope you will forgive me if I don't return your callBut
there's someone watching every move I makeAnd I've got
more hands than I could ever shakeChorusI'm running for my
life here out on the campaign trailAnd the crowds will not
forgive me if I loseAnd I'd like to think I'm special
but I do know otherwiseExcuse me but I need to make the
news'Cause the crowds will not forgive me if I loseI'm
really not complaining won't you say your name againI'm
sorry but that isn't what I meanThere's a prison called
tomorrow and there's one called yesterdayThe only place your
free is in betweenOh I'm sorry but that isn't what I
meanChorus