Bottom line: I'm 22 and running low on cash Been out there singing songs for 7 years Most of them will not be heard and vanish day by day What sticks is just the money that I made It was not that much And it's all used up So I keep going, I haven't left my room For the most part of the day Been trying to write a song that'll finally pay But all that I've come up with Are two lines on an empty page And they're rhyming rage with age Yeah, I'm pickin' up some speed I am going pretty fast The houses, cars and people can't keep up My heart and I are racing For a price that we can't possibly know But it be better worth the trip And when it's all used up Hope I'm no longer stuck Don't mean to interrupt But, man, your time is up