Everyones got something
To say these days
Everyone knows how it should be
But its a miracle man
Each day goes to plan
The ones that dont arent so easy
I thought Id write you a letter
Figured Id call you instead
But its hard to see the light
When its so bright in your eyes
Another era of our history
Well the nights too young
For sleeping
And I cant be the last one to go
What I believe right now
Is we can work it out
I imagine later when it becomes so
Everyones speeding on Sunday
Think they got someplace better to be
Lets not be the ones
Wishing we had done
Something better with our history
Everyones speeding on Sunday
Think they got someplace better to be
Lets not be the ones
Wishing we had done
Something better with our history