The time is eight four three p.m.
Don't know what day it is (The time is)
What's going on? (The time is...the time is)
Is this real? (The, the, the, the time, the time is)
No, no, no, no, no, no, ah, ah
 

I woke up short of breath, but I've still got a long day ahead of me
I don't know what day it is but tell me 'cuz I gotta know who to be
Is that me up in the mirror? 'Cuz I thought it was somebody else
Well it's a, a realization, when you find out you don't even wanna look at yourself
 

Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?
I'm losing my ground
Who am I now?
Where does it end?
How did it all begin?
I'm losing my ground
Grooooound
 

Well, hit my feet, it's time to hit the streets
And get my life back together again
Well, this place is all a masquerade
So tell me where in line can I cut in?
Downtown wandering aimlessly around still don't know what I'm tryin' to find
Well you could flash all the pretty lights in front of me, I still wouldn't see the sign
 

Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?
I'm losing my ground
Who am I now?
Where does it end?
How did it all begin?
I'm losing my ground
Grooound
 
Losing my
I'm losing my
I'm losing my ground, oh
 
Losing my
Losing my
Losing my ground
 
Where do I go? (Why do I do this to myself?)
I'm losing my
Why do I do?
Why do I do?
Why do I do?
Oh, oh, oh
 
Don't wanna go back there
Where do I go? (Don't wanna go back there)
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?
I'm losing my ground (Don't wanna go back there)
Who am I now? (Don't wanna go back there)
Where does it end?
How did it all begin?
I'm losing my ground
Groooooound
Losing my
I'm losing my
I'm losing my ground.
The time is eight four three p.m.