I walk down this highway, I walk it alone
don't have nothing to call my own
all my possessions, all down the line
everything's ticking on borrowed time

sometimes I wonder where I would go
if I had the magic to make it so
if I had a child, would she still be mine
or would she be living on borrowed time

and I dance in a graveyard of carousel horses
I search murky waters for Athena's sources
and I live for the smile on my lover's face
and I dream of quiet

when all of my friends, now they are my pride
each one a poet, deep down inside
well we laugh at religion but we wait for a sign
all of us wishing on borrowed time

and I have a feeling something is holding us back
someone's ambition, some knowledge we lack
well I look in the mirror but what do I find
all of us dreaming on borrowed time

and I dance in a graveyard of carousel horses
I search murky waters for Athena's sources
and I live for the smile on my lover's face
and I dream of quiet

I walk down this highway, I walk it alone
I don't have nothin' to call my own
all my possessions, all down the line
everything ticking, everything ticking...