I'm driving home   I think that it's Friday   Another week is gone   How the days slip by me     I remember when I was a child   And my parents told me how time flies   I thought it was a lie     Sitting on top of my hands   Watching the world go by   Tapping my feet on the floor   Wondering, wondering why   Things don't work out right   No they never seem to work out right   But there's always tonight   There's always tonight     So, I'm late again   I hate to be early   Making you wait again   Cause I'm thinking that surely   You don't mind the time   Like I mind, like I mind the time     Sitting on top of my hands   Watching the world go by   Tapping my feet on the floor   Wondering, wondering why   Things don't work out right   No they never seem to work out right   Nothing ever works out right   No it never ever works out right   But there's always tonight   There's always tonight     Lying awake   I think about tomorrow   How many miles it would take   To walk around this sorrow     Sitting on top of my hands   Watching the world go by   Tapping my feet on the floor   Wondering, wondering why   Sitting on top of my hands   I am sitting on top of my hands   And things don't work out right   No they never seem to work out right   But there's always tonight