Every day I make these lists of things that absolutely have to get done
Funny, I have never written to myself, "Be sure to have fun"
Mothers' Mother's getting older still she's got a lot of things to say
Those days when she'll be silent may seem vioulent
But they're days that aren't too far away
I'd just love to sit and talk to you
But there's all these things I've got to do
Could I borrow fourteen hours
Future's on it's way so every day I pave a road that I've been told is secure
But giving up my time for peace of mind that's not so peaceful
Leaves me not so sure
Maybe, work that's never done, is work that should have never begun
I find that I feel fine when I resign to walk in time
Instead of timeing my run
Sometimes I think I think too much
Turn off my mind and let's tune in to touch
Could I borrow just fourteen hours
So you ask me when this whole thing stops
Seems I won't slow till I drop, like it or not because
Seems I won't slow till I drop
Could I borrow just fourteen hours