About to Make the Time

Well you're walking on the moon But there's nothing No there's nothing left to do deep inside And you can't believe it's real Got ya thinking boy (You) may be better off to stay than to slide Lucky boy! But now she's falling close to you And there are things that just cannot last forever And there is nothing I can say that is possibly kind But I'm about to make the time Cause I'm about to lose my mind And you think you're on the move But there's nothing No there's nothing left to breathe deep inside And you say it's in the wheels, God it's stinkin' boy Well you know that all you said was a lie Lucky boy!