Racing the Bell

Wait, what time is it?

Oh no...

My alarm didn't ring,

it's a quarter to eight

I'm throwing on shoes and I know that I'm late

Left sock is green and the right one is blue

I can't find my keys,

oh what am I gonna do?

Running down the driveway,

tripping on the street

Heavy heavy backpack, heavy on my feet

And the bell is gonna ring before I make it to the

gate

Every single second is a battle with my fate

Yeah I'm flying down the sidewalk,

praying for a green light I'm the master of disaster

and I'm running out of time!

I see the yellow bus turning on the block

I'm sprinting like a runner but I'm racing with the clock My

binder is open, papers flying in the wind

This is a tragedy before the day can even begin

(ahhhh) Running down the hallway,

slipping on the floor

I can see the handle

of the homeroom door

And the bell is gonna ring before I make it to the

gate

Every single second is a battle with my fate

Yeah I'm flying down the sidewalk,

praying for a green light I'm the master of disaster

and I'm running out of time!

Made it... (gasping

for

air) Oh, wait.

It's Saturday.