[Chorus]
One second behind me, the next it’s ahead
Just pick up the pace now, but I feel the dread
One second I’m early, the next I’ll be late
Last Metra on Sunday leaves at 9:48

[Verse 1]
I was waiting too long, now I’m walking on air
No more ground to stand on, I was not yet prepared
I’m starting to fall, but I’m not in despair
I better grab onto something and get somewhere

[Chorus]
One second before me, then passes behind
Time moves all around me, can’t leave me resigned
One second behind me, the next it’s ahead
Just pick up the pace now, but I feel the dread

[Verse 2]
I couldn’t get to Ogilvie from here if I tried
But every hour or so, one more train will pass by
Can I get on the next one? maybe I’ll take the El
But I can already hear that doors closing bell
My legs are killing me, feel like I’m gonna collapse
I’ve already forgotten how much time has elapsed
Since I started this trip. Need to look at a clock
How much have I run? oh, two blocks...
[Chorus]
One second behind me, the next it’s ahead
Just pick up the pace now, but I feel the dread
One second I’m early, the next I’ll be late
Last Metra on Sunday left at 9:48

[Outro]
Just pick up the pace now
Just pick up the pace now
Just pick up the pace now
That’s not what picking up the pace means…