Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Running Just To Catch Myself, artist - Mark Schultz. Album song Mark Schultz: Stories & Songs, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 13.10.2003
Record label: Word
Song language: English
Running Just To Catch Myself |
| I am driving |
| I am late for work |
| Spilling coffee |
| Down my whitest shirt |
| While I’m flossing |
| And I’m changing lanes |
| Oh Yeah |
| Now I’m driving |
| Through the parking lot |
| Doing eighty |
| Hey what the heck why not |
| Watch it lady |
| 'Cause your in my spot |
| Once again |
| It’s early to work |
| And here’s a surprise |
| I got a McMuffin for just 99 cents today |
| I think they ran a special |
| CHORUS: |
| I can’t stand still |
| Can I get a witness |
| Can you hear me Anybody, anybody |
| I think I am running just to catch myself |
| Maybe someday I could fly away |
| Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay |
| Sport my speedo, maybe grab a tan |
| A dream vacation, wild elation |
| Now I’m running |
| Straight into my boss |
| And he’s angry |
| Oh and he calls me Ross |
| Which is funny |
| 'Cause that ain’t my name |
| And that’s lame |
| I’m still running |
| Running very late |
| For a meeting |
| Wait, that was yesterday |
| Guess I’m early for the one next week |
| Oh how sweet |
| I get on the ladder |
| I corporately climb |
| I wave at my life as it passes me by every day |
| My name’s not Ross |
| CHORUS |
| Life in my cubicle is discreet |
| Life in my cubicle is neat |
| I’ve got some pictures of my friends |
| Some sharpened pencils… where's my pen |
| Ten O’clock I’m in a meeting |
| Paper cut I think I’m bleeding |
| Check my hair it’s still receding |
| Hey what a life |
| Break for lunch |
| There’s nothing better |
| Run outside and don my sweater |
| Like Fred Rogers let’s be neighbors |
| I’ve lost my mind |
| I’m over worked |
| And underpaid |
| And non-appreciated |
| It’s just a perk of being of being |
| Middle class |
| And educated |
| One… spinning circles in my chair |
| Two… win a game of solitaire |
| Three… And I ponder where my stapler’s gone |
| Four O’clock and I stare at the door |
| And I stare at my watch |
| Then I stare at the door |
| I stand by my desk like I’m going to war |
| There’s just one thing I’ll be needing |
| Grab my paycheck as I’m leaving |
| Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh |
| It’s five o’clock |
| It’s time to go There’s crowds to fight |
| And horns to blow |
| It’s talking fast on my cell phone |
| Hey watch out that’s reckless driving |
| Five O’clock |
| It’s time to leave |
| To hit the couch |
| And watch TV |
| Set the clock and go to sleep |
| It’s 8 am on Monday morning |
| Again and again and again and again and again |
| Driving around |
| Nowhere to go And so I hang with my lady Oh, |
| And chill with my bro’s |
| It’s okay, in my Cabriolet |
| I can’t stand still |
| Can I get a witness |
| Can you hear me Anybody, anybody |
| I think I am running just to catch myself |
| When I meet God |
| I will have a question |
| I just forgot my question |
| I think I am running just to catch myself |
| Oh oh oh |
| Oh oh oh |