Letra de «Running Just To Catch Myself»
I am driving
I am late for work
Spilling coffee
Down my whitest shirt
While I'm flossing
And I'm changing lanes
Oh Yeah
Now I'm driving
Through the parking lot
Doing eighty
Hey what the heck why not
Watch it lady
'Cause your in my spot
Once again
It's early to work
And here's a surprise
I got a McMuffin for just 99 cents today
I think they ran a special
CHORUS: I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybody, anybody I think I am running just to catch myself
Maybe someday I could fly away Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay Sport my speedo,maybe grab a tan A dream vacation, wild elation Now I'm running Straight into my boss And he's angry Oh and he calls me Ross Which is funny 'Cause that ain't my name And that's lame I'm still running Running very late For a meeting Wait, that was yesterday Guess I'm early for the one next week Oh how sweet I get on the ladder I corporately climb I wave at my life as it passes me by every day My name's not Ross
CHORUS
Life in my cubicle is discreet Life in my cubicle is neat I've got some pictures of my friends Some sharpened pencils...where's my pen Ten O'clock I'm in a meeting Paper cut I think I'm bleeding Check my hair it's still receding Hey what a life Break for lunch There's nothing better Run outside and don my sweater Like Fred Rogers let's be neighbors I've lost my mind I'm over worked And underpaid And non-appreciated It's just a perk of being of being Middle class And educated One... spinning circles in my chair Two...win a game of solitaire Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone Four O'clock and I stare at the door And I stare at my watch Then I stare at the door I stand by my desk like I'm going to war There's just one thing I'll be needing Grab my paycheck as I'm leaving Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh It's five o'clock It's time to go There's crowds to fight And horns to blow It's talking fast on my cell phone Hey watch out that's reckless driving Five O'clock It's time to leave To hit the couch And watch TV Set the clock and go to sleep It's 8 am on Monday morning Again and again and again and again and again Driving around Nowhere to go And so I hang with my lady Oh, And chill with my bro's It's okay, in my Cabriolet I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybody, anybody I think I am running just to catch myself When I meet God I will have a question I just forgot my question I think I am running just to catch myself Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
CHORUS: I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybody, anybody I think I am running just to catch myself
Maybe someday I could fly away Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay Sport my speedo,maybe grab a tan A dream vacation, wild elation Now I'm running Straight into my boss And he's angry Oh and he calls me Ross Which is funny 'Cause that ain't my name And that's lame I'm still running Running very late For a meeting Wait, that was yesterday Guess I'm early for the one next week Oh how sweet I get on the ladder I corporately climb I wave at my life as it passes me by every day My name's not Ross
CHORUS
Life in my cubicle is discreet Life in my cubicle is neat I've got some pictures of my friends Some sharpened pencils...where's my pen Ten O'clock I'm in a meeting Paper cut I think I'm bleeding Check my hair it's still receding Hey what a life Break for lunch There's nothing better Run outside and don my sweater Like Fred Rogers let's be neighbors I've lost my mind I'm over worked And underpaid And non-appreciated It's just a perk of being of being Middle class And educated One... spinning circles in my chair Two...win a game of solitaire Three... And I ponder where my stapler's gone Four O'clock and I stare at the door And I stare at my watch Then I stare at the door I stand by my desk like I'm going to war There's just one thing I'll be needing Grab my paycheck as I'm leaving Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh It's five o'clock It's time to go There's crowds to fight And horns to blow It's talking fast on my cell phone Hey watch out that's reckless driving Five O'clock It's time to leave To hit the couch And watch TV Set the clock and go to sleep It's 8 am on Monday morning Again and again and again and again and again Driving around Nowhere to go And so I hang with my lady Oh, And chill with my bro's It's okay, in my Cabriolet I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybody, anybody I think I am running just to catch myself When I meet God I will have a question I just forgot my question I think I am running just to catch myself Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
