Do you remember what you used to do Way back in 1992? it may have been a bad year People would often say to me When you're old what do you want to be? Kneeling down to greet me 22 and I'm often fed Why ain't you doing what you said back in ‘92 Am I preoccupied with time? It always seems on my mind Would someone turn the clocks off?
All I ask, all I question in life The crimson skies are all around When the smoke settles down I can still be found
I never seem to stop guessing How things will turn out in the end It may turn into stereo 45 when I look around My life's already halfway down Where do I want to be?
I always seem to be in a rush Not taking time to sit and think enough Well I'm gonna change that 85 and I'm almost done ‘Listen now do it this way Son You got to get it right...'