Funky #7

Walking, talking, breathing, trying to smile yourself to death
 With your finger on the pulse of time there ain't no time to rest
 It's a simple proposal to keep you walking the line
 Just trying to get back for what you borrowed in time
 The moral of the story's for a limited crew
 But we're gonna be there in the chosen few
 But meanwhile tomorrow, I'll try to find me a scene
 There's got to be an easy way to turn my money green
 With such a promising future there ain't no way to go wrong
 But the line that I walk just keeps taking too long
 There'll be a rainbow on morning of the following day
 But how we're gonna find it I just can't say at all
 If I live tomorrow like I'm living today
 There ain't no way to borrow, look for me to stay