Got a drawer full of alarm clocks   And the case is in your head   And it's playing different sides now   Like the fishers of men and the men   And the lawyers in their places   At a table next to you   Making passions for some jury   Who have got an awful lot to chew   Was there ever any question?   I was born with things to do   Did my mama ever wonder?   I was always going to   So let's put it in a shoebox   Take it all the way upstairs   Find the deepest darkest closet   In the basement of a jail   Where the guards just scream all day into your face   (As you realize its love you keep this way)   "If this is love, you better pray for some escape"   Did my baby ever wonder?   I was born with every clue   Was it ever any question?   I would leave each one confused?   And I got nothing but minutes   End to end ahead of me   (And no more reasons rhyme)   And I haven't got the answers   But I'm asking all the time   Did my mama ever question?   I was always going to   Was it ever any wonder?   I was born with things to do