Hey, I’m slipping
Slipping, hang on
I get the feeling no one here
Remembers my song
It was only yesterday
Now you’re putting me on
I’m all out of time
Mr. Sandman, send me a dream
Make it the finest happy ending
That you’ve ever seen
The one where I’m sober,
Straight and clean
I’m all out of time
They want dancers
Young, gay dancers
I look like I do
But would you hear my song?
Movers, crooners
Church-going smoothers
Saying I’m wrong
But would you hear my song?
I look like I do
But would you hear my song?
Hey, I’m slipping
Slipping, hang on
I get the feeling no one here
Remembers my song
It was only yesterday
Now you’re putting me
I’m all out of time
They want dancers
Young, gay dancers
I look like I do
But would you hear my song?
Movers, crooners
Church-going smoothers
Saying I’m wrong
But would you hear my song?
I look like I do
But would you hear my song?
I’m all out of time
Brother, spare me a dime
One more hit
One more time
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Lyrics submitted by Sylph Maeka.