Vārdi: Once Nothing. Juliet, Or At Least What's Left Of Her.

I feel a West wind blowing in...
telling me to start heading home.
But I swallow hard and light another cigarette because I'm married to the road.

The hours move so fast when you try to make a memory that will last.

I'm writing this song by the glow of streetlights.
Everyone is passed out.

I'm Waiting for the sky to catch fire so I can keep moving. Only two weeks left to make it right so I just keep moving. Only two weeks left to make it right...

...so you better still be waiting! You better still be waiting.

I'm waiting for the sky to catch fire so I can keep moving.