It Only Gets Worse

i'm on a road and i don't know where
one hundred miles an hour,
head over feet through the air

going nowhere baby, nowhere fast
these days are getting numbered, so lets make 'em last

i count the days as they go by
i count the days,
until this whole world shrivels up and dies

going nowhere baby, nowhere fast
these days are getting numbered, so lets make 'em last
lets make the most of tomorrow
before we fade into the past

we're only getting older
this world grows cold so cold
as time flies over our shoulders
the days are not so bold

i just don't want the good times to be forgotten