One last ticket before it's gone
One last summer before it's fall
Tune your strings and play your cards
Little words hit me like a game of darts
And you're beating, beating on my drum
And you're beating, beating on my door
Running faster, faster than my dreams
And I can't stop to breath
One last lie before the truth
One last fight before I lose
I ask myself where should I go
Did I do enough to feed my soul
And you're beating, beating on my drum
And you're beating, beating on my door
Running faster, faster than my dreams
And I can't stop to breath
