Natalie Cole

Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax.

Sidewalk social scientist don't get no satisfaction from your cigarette.

It's ten to ten.

Time is running out.

Take me down the highway like a rocket to the ocean.

We can run.

Today can last another million years.

Today could be the end of me.

It's 11:59 and I want to stay alive.



Pumping like a fugitive in cover from the night.

Take it down the freeway like a bullet to the ocean.

Wait until the morning, take tomorrow by the hand.

Take it down the highway like a rocket to the ocean.



We can run.

Today can last another million years.

Today could be the end of me.