Borrowed Time

I walk down this highway, I walk it alone

don't have nothing to call my own

all my possessions, all down the line

everything's ticking on borrowed time

sometimes I wonder where I would go

if I had the magic to make it so

if I had a child, would she still be mine

or would she be living on borrowed time

and I dance in a graveyard of carousel horses

I search murky waters for Athena's sources

and I live for the smile on my lover's face

and I dream of quiet

when all of my friends, now they are my pride

each one a poet, deep down inside

well we laugh at religion but we wait for a sign

all of us wishing on borrowed time

and I have a feeling something is holding us back

someone's ambition, some knowledge we lack

well I look in the mirror but what do I find

all of us dreaming on borrowed time

and I dance in a graveyard of carousel horses

I search murky waters for Athena's sources

and I live for the smile on my lover's face

and I dream of quiet

I walk down this highway, I walk it alone

I don't have nothin' to call my own

all my possessions, all down the line

everything ticking, everything ticking...