The Finish Line

My computer’s getting nightmares in sleep mode
Waking up totally confused
My fridge is coming down with a bad cold
The forks and knives all bruised

What’s my excuse?
I’ve been running a long, long time
Ain’t no use turning around right at the finish line

My alarm clock’s got its own sense of time
My door bell’s chiming only at night
My car slides off a cliff in slow motion
Are you sure it ain’t a trick of the light?

What’s my excuse?
I’ve been running a long, long time
Ain’t no use turning around right at the finish line

It feels I’m coming apart at every nail
Trying to run but crawling like a snail
Fuel’s almost empty, no reserve left
Maybe I should stop right here and be good to myself

‘Cause I’ve been running a long, long time
No excuse! I’m turning around right at the finish line

Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, right at the finish line
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, right at the finish line
Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, right at the finish line