Dreams all stop 6 A.M., alarm clock rings once again
Pump my body full of caffeine, aim my briefcase for the door
One more suburban blast-off, hear the countdown 1-2-3-4

I don't wanna be a number on a turnstile
Another figure in a government file
And I don't wanna be a byte in the program
Seven digits on a telephone dial

Fast forward, fast forward now
Time keeps slippin' away
Fast forward, fast forward now
Tell me where my life has gone
Fast forward, fast forward now
Time keeps slippin' away
Fast forward, fast forward now

I do my job, earn my pay, who needs dreams anyway
Now the days all fall in number - leaves on a dyin' tree
Even wide awake I slumber, am I killin' time or is it killin' me

I don't wanna be a time clock punch card
Another scene on the cutting room floor
And I don't wanna be a marker in a graveyard
My life has gotta count for something more

Fast forward, fast forward now
Time keeps slippin' away
Fast forward, fast forward now
Tell me where my life has gone
Fast forward, fast forward now
Time keeps slippin' away
Fast forward, fast forward now
And I'm about to hit the wall