Eleventh Hour

Ain't it just like me, leavin'everything 'til the eleventh hour,

Pushing time to its limits, last minute comes and I have to cower,

Against a wall I should beat my head on but I can't change

It would just feel strange to re-arrange the way I do things now.

I know someday it's gonna get me in trouble, I know it will,

I'm racing on the track, the track of time and I"m heading for a spill.

Sometimes I wake up,sit up in bed in the middle of night,

Getting scared of the things that's got to be done and the time is tight,

Then I get back to sleep, tomorrow is another day in my life,

And it could be the day when I get something done in the business of life.

SOLO