Borrowed Time

Palm trees in the burning sun

An American passport, portorican rum

And your just running from a war noone ever won

Your shoes are worn and your money, is gone

And you, dont even know what's going on

It's hard to say how long you've been gone

And your, skin is peeling in the sun

And you're never going back

Ooh you're never going back

Well the, weed is brown and so are the girls

You always feel like you were lost in this world

Until you stept off that plane into the trade winds

Turn your back on a world of confusion

And you, feel like you're running on borrowed time

Victim of a victimless crime

And they say, God helps those who help themselves

But he forgot about you, so you had to work it out for yourself

Allright

And you, feel like you're running on borrowed time

Victim of a victimless crime

And they say, God helps those who help themselves

But he forgot about you, so you had to work it out for yourself