Running to the station   And you're feeling just like Ray Liotta   Eyes are blacker than your shades   You're wearing pretty thin      Tearing through the crowd   'Cause you won't wait   And you can't face a weekend   Staring at the ceiling   The walls are closing in      Life's too slow   So you run away   And you know   Life's too slow      Turn into the market   And you catch him on the stairs   Man, you kept me waiting   And it's giving me the fear      He takes you 'round the corner   And he passes you the gear   You bitch about the money   He says that's the cost of living      And life's too slow   I'll have you run away   And you know   You can run away      Back into the open   And you're feeling kind of nervous   Wanna get there quick   So get a cab      Rushing for the door   It seems you're never gonna get there   Now you're sitting again without your friend      You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection   And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend   You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection   And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend