Oh, for the sake of momentum
I've allowed my fears
to get larger than life
And it's brought me to my current agendum
Whereupon I deny fulfillment has yet to arrive
And I know life is getting shorter
I can't bring myself to set the scene
Even whin it's approaching torture
I've got my routine
Oh, for the sake of momentum
Even thought I agree with that stuff
about seizing the day
But I hate to think of effort expended
All those minutes and days and hours
I've have frittered away
And I know life is getting shorter
I can't bring myself to set the scene
Even whin it's approaching torture
I've got my routine
But I can't confront the doubts I have
I can't admit that maybe the pas was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum,
I'm condemning the future to death
so it can match the past
