Greed

If I plant a tree I want it to be there tomorrow If I birth a bird I expect it to fly away the next day I'm marching on Leaving behind Dry land full of seeds And half-finished deeds There's no time to waste All except time All except time The sun's coming up A daily alarm I'm a hoarder And now that this time is all mine Won't spend it on anything at all At all Time is running Race away your Time is running Race away your life Is running Race away