I've got my hands tied behind my back You know doing what I wanna do has become so hard As time goes by, I've less and less time to do what I wanna do And how time flies when you're having a good time Having a good time You and I know that all the things we do will crumble into Dust In thin air they'll disappear, yeah time moves on and it waits For no one I just can't find enough time for myself It's just our luck to get so lucky We never have to grow up But this time's mine And I won't waste time saying things are fucked up