Next Time

Next Time

Lying awake, waiting for one good day to break.

Secretly ill, dreaming of spaces left to fill.

Come with me, there may not be a next time.

Where do we go when we arrive inside we’ll know.

Living is will, dying is simply standing still.

Count to three, there may not be a next time.

Out the window and over the wall and free.

The scattering highways and lives to live up to.

Will end before we do.

Come with me there may not be a next time.

Out the window and over the wall and free.

The scattering highways and lives to live up to.

Will end before we do.