Campaign Trail - John Gorka

I pay my bills to the time collectors

They're getting more from me each day

I pay them off a few words at a time

But the spur's gone from the moment

And the moment's slipped away

I used to feel like something here was mine

Now I pay them off a few words at a time

I reach into my pocket just so I can make some change

And I find more hands than I can ever shake

And I hope you will forgive me if

I don't return your call

But there's someone watching every move I make

And I've got more hands than I could ever shake

'Cause I'm running for my life here

Out on the campaign trail

And the crowds will not forgive me if I lose

And I'd like to think

I'm special but I do know otherwise

Excuse me but I need to make the news

'Cause the crowds will not forgive me if I lose

All I'm really not complaining

Won't you say your name again

Oh I'm sorry but that isn't what I mean

There's a prison called tomorrow

And there's one called yesterday

The only place your free is in between

Oh I'm sorry but that isn't what I mean

I'm running for my life here out on the campaign trail

And the crowds will not forgive me if I lose

And I'd like to think

I'm special but I do know otherwise

Excuse me but I need to make the news

'Cause the crowds will not forgive me if I lose