Moving clocks run so slownI can't take my eyes off younThere's too many handsnTo keep my eye onnnLooking towards the lightnLook a little cross-eyednSounds a little tongue-tiednnThe fast approaching midnightnWe're locked outnThe fast approaching midnightnnSo, you know, you take a little menAnd I take a little younWe're all part of the centurynnSo hold me down now, hold me downnA bitter disappointmentnAnd I was restless, I was restlessnnYou're winning me overnYou're winning me overnCan't take my eyes off younThere's too many handsnTo keep my eye onnnThe fast approaching midnightnWe're locked outnThe fast approaching midnightnnSo, you know, you take a little menAnd I take a little younWe're all part of the centuryn