One more day and it's all the same.
Time is a poison and it's coursing through my veins.
Got somewhere to be and I'll be done if i know where.

The ink is broke and the well is dry.
There's nothing wrong here that refuses to be set right.
I keep pushing forward but the scenery won't change.


All the days that I live, the best is yet to come if I just wait for it.
But time will find a way to run your patience thin.

Praying for some promise that this life can make,
with my youngest years at stake.


My sights are set on the open skies.
?My better days are found to fall before my eyes.?
Fool enough to overlook the beauty of a day.

Still I thirst for my next big thrill,
full of desire but I'm bankrupt of all will.
I can set my blame to many tunes that you can sing.


And you sing, "Oh,
don'tcha know,

don'tcha know,
don'tcha know.
Don'tcha ya know,

don'tcha ya know,
the skies made ?fun out of? the bad and good
so don't hold your breath at all-

slow your spin into a crawl.

All the days that I live, the best is yet to come if I just wait for it.

But time will find a way to run your patience thin.
Praying for some promise that this life can make,
with my youngest years at stake.


Everything that I love could soon be stripped away
in all the time that it takes to blink your eye.

Everything I hold certain could be swiftly changed,
and every breath in my lungs could be the last one I take.


All the days that I live, the best is yet to come if I just wait for it.
But time will find a way to run your patience thin.
Praying for some promise that this life can make,

with my youngest years at stake.