| There was a man who thought |
| He could avoid all of the things |
| That stood up in his way |
| Friends would say that he should |
| Plan to spend more time |
| There’s lots of trouble in a day |
| With just enough work |
| And a short line to a goal |
| He was so sure he could secure his place |
| He wanted a lot and was so |
| Quick to say how this small |
| World was unfair to its race |
| He’d spend his time, spends his time |
| Deciding routes with lines, routes with lines |
| There was no time, was no time |
| For corners in the lines, corners in lines |
| Your pathway grows dark |
| Was clear at the start |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not alone |
| Your pathway grows dark |
| Was clear at the start |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not alone |
| Not listening to the people we were close |
| There always seemed to be an easy way |
| The work was tiresome, a thing to avoid |
| Leaving lots of time so he could play |
| He’d spend his time, spend his time |
| Shortening lines, shortening lines |
| There was no time, there was no time |
| To spend too long on the line, long on the line |
| Your pathway grows dark |
| Was clear at the start |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not alone |
| Your pathway grows dark |
| Was clear at the start |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not! |
| You’re not alone |