Washing my hands through the night

Can't sleep for the sirens

Screaming one man's freedom's

Another's fever that keeps rising

Along with this sneak-attack sun

But I promise, hon

I can make the coffee strong enough

To get us to the wine

In a holding pattern

Remembering when

We could land in any old weather

Singing nothing's so wrong

That the right song

Can't make it better

But when will the aerosols fly

Through the stage lights

Towards the front row of my

Next audience, I wonder

In a holding pattern

Circling around

Won't ya hold me, darling

Till the wheels touch down

Here in your arms

A chorus of alarms

Sounding like vespers

Your lips to my ears

Don't forget we're

Alone in this together

Glory to any true love

As it once was

As it is now and just might have to be forever

In a holding pattern

Circling around

Hold me and I'll hold you, darling

Till the wheels touch down

We're in a holding pattern

So hold me, darling

While the world burns down