You might believe, and still you feel
the chase has just begun;
That you must reach that horizon before
the setting of the sun.
You chase the light in front of you,
nightfall close behind;
If you stop to catch your breath,
You know what you will find.
Don`t slow down don`t touch the ground,
You know what you will find;
That old grey man in tattered clothes
following behind.
No time to stop, don`t go to sleep,
prepare to pay the cost.
The hours and minutes are passing by,
another day is lost.
Impatience is a virtue,
catch me if you can.
The seconds have been ticking by
since your life began.
