Running Just To Catch Myself Lyrics

Running Just To Catch Myself lyrics

I am driving

I am late for work 

Spilling coffee down my whitest shirt

While I'm flossing and I'm chaning lanes

Oh Yeah

Now I'm driving

Through the parking lot

Doing eighty, hey what the heck why not

Watch it lady,Cuz 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

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I can't stand still Can I get a witness Can you hear me Anybod,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 spedo,maybe grab a tan

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 aint my name

And thats 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 everday

My name's not Ross!

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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 ohhhhhhh

Five O'clock it's time to go 

There's  crowds to fight anfd time to blow

Ir's talking fast on my cell phone

Hey, watch out thats reckless driving!

Five O'clock

It's time to hit the couch And watch tv

Set the clock and go to sleep

It's 8 a.m. on monday morning

Again and again and again and again and again

Driving around, no where to go

And so I hang with my lady, 

Oh, and chill with my bros

It's okay, in my Cabriolet

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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