I'm always a day late and a dollar short Counting loose change for another score Running on fumes with a deadend hope Trying to make it through another locked door And I know, I know, I've been here before But I can't let go of what I'm waiting for I'm always one step behind With a foot out the door I keep chasing the finish line But I don't know what I'm running for I keep my head down, keep my mouth shut Tell myself that it'll all work out But every time I think I'm catching up Something pulls the fucking rug back out And I know I've been here before But I can't let go of what I'm waiting for I'm always one step behind With a foot out the door I keep chasing the finish line But I don't know what I'm running for If I had everything I wanted Would I still want more? I'm always a day late and a dollar short I'm always a day late and a dollar short If I had everything I wanted Would I still want more? I'm always a day late and a dollar short How much is enough when you're always keeping score? I'm always one step behind With a foot out the door I keep chasing the finish line But I don't know what I'm running for
