Wake up, dreaming Crooked days left behind These closed eyes The places that we've been Footsteps and handprints The more we've yet to see the more I find It's all we have So good so far It's not over...
We're on the bus, we're lost again We shot the driver in the head We found ourselves in old San Juan The fire brigade had to cool them down The key won't work, kicked down the door Room numbers right,...