Funky #7

Walking, talking, breathing, trying to smile yourself to death With your finger on the pulse of time there ain't no time to rest It's a simple proposal to keep you walking the line Just trying to get back for what you borrowed in time The moral of the story's for a limited crew But we're gonna be there in the chosen few But meanwhile tomorrow, I'll try to find me a scene There's got to be an easy way to turn my money green With such a promising future there ain't no way to go wrong But the line that I walk just keeps taking too long There'll be a rainbow on morning of the following day But how we're gonna find it I just can't say at all If I live tomorrow like I'm living today There ain't no way to borrow, look for me to stay