So it starts like this
And ends real quick
But what is speed

If you don't move an inch?

And I tell you

I am getting sick of this
All the ups and downs
The turns and twists

All the would of, should of bitterness
I carry on my back


I'm waiting... waiting
But nothing comes
No nothing comes of it

I'm fading... fading
Should turn and run
But no I'll wait my turn

To be one of the lucky ones

In the morning light

The sun shines bright
There's a brand new chance
To make things right


But it feels like
Every time I take the leap

I think I'll end up on my feet
But if history tells me anything
I'll have bruises on my back


I'm waiting... waiting
But nothing comes

No nothing comes of it
I'm fading... fading
Should turn and run

But no I'll wait my turn
To be one of the lucky ones