Before you hit the ground

I seen every one of the faces you wear Low, high and everything in between Your eyes are fixed on the prize like a dead man's stare Tick. tock. The hands on the clock don't care Buzz is good Feelin' fine One of these days You'll be out of time God ain't gonna look for you Down in the lost and found You better look up or you're gonna be gone Before you hit the ground You'll keep dippin' in til the well run dry Hope you don't get thirsty later I know talking to you's just a waste of my time I'm gonna stop tellin' you how to live your life