When putting it all in order ain't enough

When all those tomorrows get crammed into now

You stop like you’re froze ans ask yourself how

When all those tomorrows get crammed into now

You stop like you’re froze ans ask yourself how

When putting it all in order ain’t enough

The tough gets going and the going gets tough

And the things that you thought ain’t what it ought

Ought ought to be

When you’re laid on the line your dreams will stop

They’ve drawn you in and they’ve strung you up

When you’re laid on the line your dreams will stop

They’ve drawn you in and they’ve strung you up

When putting it all in order ain’t enough

The tough gets going and the going gets tough

And the things that you thought ain’t what it ought

When the who hits the what and you’ve run out of luck

You do what you can but you’re

When the who hits the what and you’ve run out of luck

You do what you can but you’re

All

I a word

Stuck

Fuck