Is there any coming back
Once the dust is settling
Choking on the powder in the air
Stuck behind a rock
That casts it's cover everywhere
Living in the shadows of the shade
In the shadows
Is where my mind belongs
I'll take my chances there
We've been waiting a long, long time
Waiting for this eclipse to end
We've been riding a fine, fine line
Riding towards
Front and center for the spotlight
Target, point and execute
Moving toward the edges of the black
Crushing boulders and stepping to the boundaries
All that's open bares a mark
In the open
There's nowhere left to hide
I'll take my chances there
We've been waiting a long, long time
Waiting for this eclipse to end
We've been riding a fine, fine line
Riding toward