Don't wait up. For her tonight. Cause she won't be coming home. Don't wake up. 'Till it gets light. By then she'll be long gone. . A restless heart has set it's sail.
Flying half-mast, overcast with a gun ship grey. You ever hear of such a thing, a spring with no month of May?. Ooh, there's frost on memorial day. Ohh, love, I'm half blind, could you help me find my way?.