Tell me when the ride is almost over
Nothing's really moving and the music stopped again
The color we carried soon bled together
The picture we painted could have been better
And hold on
You're telling me we're almost over?
And hold on
You're telling me we're through?
Beauty and the mess is what I chose to see
Polished in the eyes, a man well it just ain't clean
And eaching while I'm playing, and my hands are dirty
Sifting in the sand, while gold's been washed away
Hold on
You're telling me we're almost over?
And hold on
You're telling me we're through?
Well I'll be waiting
On my own
I'll be waiting
On my own

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