So I'll never make it mine
I guess that it's my time
The light that shines so bright
So bright that it beckons me to find it
I'll see you in a few days
Maybe less, maybe more behaved
Overworked and underappreciated
And hated for being patient
I'm drawing the battle line
With tape down the middle of the room
A dry spell or turpentine
So I sit and watch the stars
I sit and wait for ours
I planned to march all night
But wait, It's only the beginning
Under this mess I've made
Being banked or being saved?
I guess it's all the same to you
But to me it's the beginning
I'm drawing the battle line
With tape down the middle of the room here
A dry spell or turpentine
I'm drawing the battle line
I don't believe in trends
I don't believe in trends
I don't believe the end will come
Without a light to follow
Under this mess I've made
Being banked or being saved?
I guess it's all the same to you
But to me it's the beginning
Time to say it's all right