Next Time
(Errico/Midon)
Lying awake
Waiting for one good day to break
Secretly ill
Dreaming of spaces left to fill
Come with me
There may not be a next time
Where do we go
When we arrive inside we’ll know
Living is will
Dying is simply standing still
Count to three
There may not be a next time
Out the window and over the wall
And free
The scattering highways
And lives to live up to
Will end before we do
