Pick up the Pace

how many times have you opened your eyes,

afraid what you'll find hiding behind you?

you always seemed refrained...

walking along, dressed for the part...

how many years in the making?

you never questioned your heart?

what's inside?

what's the harm?

can you hear me when I say

pick up the pace?

so you carry on with story and song,

with what's right and what's wrong...

we've all heard it before...

might as well keep your head to yourself...

cancel your plans,

wash your hands...

don't look back, you know better...

you know what you're going to find...

and you're better off leaving it all behind...

can you hear me when I say

pick up the pace?

it ain't a race,

but you've got to stop worrying about saving your face...

there ain't no game to be played...

as the years go by

and the tears dry,

you won't feel the need to be so crass...

you'll understand,

and we'll be better off

—you and me—man to man...

so sit quietly,

don't say a word...

you'll still be heard...

and it will all make perfect sense in the end...

can you hear me when I say

pick up the pace?

can you hear me when I say

pick up the pace?