Eleventh Hour کے بول

Ain't it just like me, leavin'everything 'til the eleventh hour, Pushing time to its limits, last minute comes and I have to cower, Against a wall I should beat my head on but I can't change It would just feel strange to re-arrange the way I do things now. I know someday it's gonna get me in trouble, I know it will, I'm racing on the track, the track of time and I"m heading for a spill. Sometimes I wake up,sit up in bed in the middle of night, Getting scared of the things that's got to be done and the time is tight, Then I get back to sleep, tomorrow is another day in my life, And it could be the day when I get something done in the business of life. SOLO