If there is such a thing as fate
then I think mine is running late
I've been wasting all my days
wandering through a misty haze
waiting for my life to start
instead of being down in heart
about the dead end job I've got
and the things I want but I have not
got money for my hearts desires
or the sparks of excitement to fuel the fires
of dreams that are kept inside my head
fading, wasting, nearly dead
if fate would hurry up you see
I'd have the life that waits for me.