Contest

I'm picking the pace Watching grapes turn to raisins Trying to retrace All the steps that I have taken I'm taking it back, I can't take it back Oh, it takes me ba-a-a-ack I need pushpins and tacks, tacks, tacks, tacks For hanging up all of my paper-er-er Paper scenes in sta-a-a-acks Filled with pictures I've take-e-e-en And when people say, "Where does the time go?" Well, that's one thing that I know I watch as it goes out the window Falling below-low-low-low-low It always feels like one big contest Everything all so out of context It always feels like one big contest Everything's all so out of context It always feels like one big contest Everything all so out of context It always feels like one big contest Everything's all so out of context It always feels like one big contest Everything all so out of context It always feels like one big contest Everything's all so out of context