This goes out to those who are listening
To them that understand
All the shadows we are pursuing
we'll never live this moment again
when it's the fashion, a fashion passion
It's the fashion to abuse
A chain reaction with no statisfaction
A games where we all lose
There ain't noithing, there ain't nothing
So precious as time
Yet we keep pushing, we keep pushing
The thought out of our minds
(Chorus)
Every day, in every way, every day is precious
Every day, in every way, every day is precious
With the madness of the people
Well death has a thousand doors
They make a wilderness and call it peaceful
While plenty has made us poor
But if we take care of the minutes
The hours will take care of themselves
There's a promise of salvation
Or a promise of a coming hell
(Chorus)
They got us racing, we're human racing
But can we slow to find our heart
Reaching out to the hand that made us
Is the only show we've got
There ain't nothing, there ain't nothing
So precious as time
Yet we keep pushing, we keep pushing
the thought out of our minds
