Borrowed Time

Palm trees in the burning sun An American passport, Portorican rum And your just running from a war no one ever won Your shoes are worn and your money, is gone And you, don't even know what's going on It's hard to say how long you've been gone And your, skin is peeling in the sun And you're never going back Ooh you're never going back Well the, weed is brown and so are the girls You always feel like you were lost in this world Until you step off that plane into the trade winds Turn your back on a world of confusion And you, feel like you're running on borrowed time Victim of a victimless crime And they say, God helps those who help themselves But he forgot about you, so you had to work it out for yourself Alright And you, feel like you're running on borrowed time Victim of a victimless crime And they say, God helps those who help themselves But he forgot about you, so you had to work it out for yourself --- Borrowed Time - Jaya the Cat