Waiting for the bus stop
Waiting for the concrete black top to settle down
Long enough for me to get off and get a little ground
Iâm ready for the sea change
Helpless felt this coming from a mile away
And now youâre looking at me babe, and how weâll separate if we can
Cause I still count on one hand the number of good men I know
Itâs like Iâm standing on the edge with just a telephone wire
Trying to get to you first to say the worldâs on fire
Holding my breath until I know youâre alright because the water will only rise
When will you realize
You must become an island
You must become an island
You must become an island
And see for yourself that thatâs what I am
You always dirty up the windows
If you keep âem at bay that way no oneâs gonna surprise you by getting too close
Anybody but me though
Youâve made exceptions to you rules
And now weâre staring down truth neither one of us wants to know
Itâs like Iâm standing on the edge with just a telephone wire
Trying to get to you first to say the worldâs on fire
Holding my breath until I know youâre alright because the water will only rise
When will you realize
You must become an island
You must become an island
You must become an island
And see for yourself the horizon is all we have
The horizon is all we have
Holding my breath until I know youâre alright because the water will only riseâ¦