Need More Time

All the kids in the basement with the stereo
Nobody on the street and everybody knows
That they're running out of time,
That they're waiting on the line,
And they're laughing at our clothes.

They're all hooked in and watching all our videos
Smoking cigarettes and fingers going up their nose
And they're wasting all their time
Thinking everything is fine,
Not caring what Jim knows.

I don't bother to ask why
When you sit at home and cry
You know that time could move more slow.

I don't care why,
I need more time.
I don't care why,
I need more time.