On The Mirror, In The Dust Lyrics - The Devoted Few

early morning train ride, central coast 

slipping in and out of a cold dream 

hey there laura what you waiting for 

as your room fills up with fish, bugs, spiders, birds 

fortune teller whispers in my ear 

"hey man," she says "keep your eye on this one" 

when I found you I was on my last legs 

and when you saw me you had just crashed landed 

and I hope to god that you don't turn out like me 

and I'll pray to god that you don't turn out like me 

6am bus comes to pick you up 

bright and early, I'm still counting sheep 

hey there laura what you waiting for 

go out and grab life by it's old neck 

but I hope to god that you don't turn out like me 

and I'll pray to god that you don't turn out like me 

does it have to be a reoccurring dream 

you're a sight to see 

your soliloquy 

laura's on the mirror in the dust