I've got a great big problem that I can't fix
I think it's quarter to three when it's half past six
Everything's early or way too late
Now I never can remember the day and the date
Never used to be this much trouble before
I used to watch the clock but not anymore
I used to keep track of the time I'd lose
But now the whole thing has me so confused
I have to find a new job every week or so
'Cause no one needs a man who's always fast or slow
Still you'll get no complaint from me
But what can the answer be?
Where does the time go when I'm with you?
How many hours do I lose every day?
They recombine when I'm missing you
Slowing me down like a digital delay
Where does the time go when I'm with you?
Why does it seem like there's never enough?
It's just like I'm living split in two
Two kinds of time when you're out and in love
There's only so much pleasure a man can take
'Til his brain starts to go and his senses fade
Doesn't need to eat or drink or sleep
Can't feel a thing 'cause he's in too deep
Walks around thinking that the world is fine
While an alien force takes over his mind
And then he throws away every single dime
And the last thing to go is his sense of time
But then if you're having fun
Who cares if you're that far gone?
They tell me that time's not free
What did time ever do for me?
And if I don't see that's wrong
Then maybe I'm too far gone