It's my thirty fifth birthday  I've got no plans today  'cause it fell on a Monday  I guess I'm lucky that way    So I'm calling in sick  I head for the fridge  There's a glass of champagne  That somebody hid  In the side of the door  With a note that said  Bore where does the time go    So where does the time go  Where does the time go  How every year shows  What nobody knows    It's my thirty fifth birthday  And the kitchen is cold  Like a leftover breakfast  That's a day too old    So I'm taking a walk  Along the street  People in cars that I'll never meet  Remember this time  Take every step slow  Where does the time go    Where does the time go  Where does the time go  How every year shows  What nobody knows    Where does the time go  Nobody knows