Running Late  by Tim Seston

D        I’m running late, I can’t catch up
G A D        There is some place I need to be
D        But I am stuck here in the muck
G A D        And there’s no one to rescue me

G        When I woke up in the morning
D        It was such a promising day
G        But then I got this warning
D        And something got in my way

G        The dominoes fell too quickly
D        And before the stroke of ten
A        My entire world was spinning
A7        And I had to start again.                        Again . . . Again

D        I’m running late, I can’t catch up
G A D        There is some place I need to be
D        But I am stuck here in the muck
G A D        And there’s no one to rescue me

G        Back at the beginning
D        I sat down so I could think
G        What more had I forgotten
D        Could I find the missing link?

G        The answer was so simple
D        All I needed was a friend
A        To do the thing I cannot do
A7        And take me to the end                        However . . . right now.

D        I’m running late, I can’t catch up
G A D        There is some place I need to be
D        But I am stuck here in the muck
G A D        And there’s no one to rescue me

G        I wish someone could hear me
D        If you’re there come show your face
G        Please come right now and help me
D        I am sick here of this place

G        If I could find some open road
D        My troubles at the rear
A        I could make my way again
A7        The answers would be clear                But still . . . I’m here

D        I’m running late, I can’t catch up
G A D        There is some place I need to be
D        But I am stuck here in the muck
G A D        And there’s no one to rescue me
Running Late
Time To Choose

Driving up to camp at the beginning of the
summer in 2019, I was stuck behind a truck
going slowly on a rural road in the middle of
Vermont.  I was hoping to arrive at Camp
Pok-O-MacCready by dark so that I could say
hello to everyone without the aid of a flashlight.  

I followed the truck for sometime hoping it
would turn or that I could find a way to pass.  
Little did I know, the truck was delivering
materials up ahead for one of the longest
stretches of road construction I have
experienced.  We got to the beginning and the
truck was let through.  I was held up and waited
indeterminately while it seemed nothing was
happening.  Ten minutes later, cars coming from
the other direction were waved on through and it
was finally my turn to drive the 7 miles of one
lane construction.

The "Running Late" chorus was conceived in
that stretch of the drive and I had much of the
song completed on the rest of the journey.

During the show, it was sung by the blue team
as they tried to get their tarp set up and their
supplies underneath before the storm touched
down.  
Drawing by Ali Veitch