Don't wanna wait 'til the mornin'. Don't wanna wait 'til the mornin' comes. Ya know the bigger picture changes when your colors run. . I got my hand in my pocket.
You better trust that voice in your head. That your world is not what it seems. It's not the monster under your bed. It's the one with you in the sheets.
We walk out the cinema. About to go our separate ways and I. I almost wave goodbye. When you let your hair fall in your face. And I often wonder why the things that I want are so hard to find but.
Eighteen. Thousand year old soul. Midwest shooting star. In the day she waits. But she moonlights rock and roll. Playing the rain dance with her guitar.