Running out of Time Lyrics

Witless humorless conversation has filled me up like an old gas station I'm wallowing in a pool of gasoline
Self appointed sheriff of a popular ghost town I'm open to bribes but I've arrested no one I'm galloping off to meet my bride to be
She'll woo the saloon then sing us both to sleep

But ...I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I've run out of time

Screenplay players co-writing a screenplay
Cotton candy for the eyes but cotton balls for the brain he thinks to himself "thank god the bar's not too high" just look at his face and then you'll see why

But ...I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I've run out of time

Hollywood waiter with a chip on his shoulder only break has been his back and yet he's just getting older- he's washing his clothes in a sink of self-pity

Retired ball player guest-hosting a talkshow earned a trophy and a wife and twice he's won the lotto
I'm running away but don't know who from or why -just look in his eyes and then you'll see why

But ...I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I've run out of time
But ...I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I'm running out of time
I've run out of time