We've

been

al-

right

up

un-

til

now,

But

the

air

that

we

breathe

is

a-

bout

to

run

out.

We've

re-

hearsed

our

lines

clear

and

loud,

But

the

cue

ne-

ver

came

and

the

lights,

They

ne-

ver

went

down.

So

we're

pass-

ing

the

time,

While

time

pass-

es

us.

The

fast

lanes

a

term

ne-

ver

app-

lied

to

us.

Not

a

dime

to

my

name,

Or

a

prayer

in

the

world.

I

walk

out

the

door.

Dest-

i-

na-

tion

a-

ny-

where

but

here.

A-

way

from

you.

Now

I'm

on

my

way

to

the

o-

ther

side,

I'll

for-

get

eve-

ry-

thing

I

left

be-

hind.

These

emp-

ty

rooms,

Are

still

filled

with

you.

And

so

I

dropped

out

of

my

own

race,

A

race

with

no

fi-

nish

line,

No

first

or

last

place.

These

fa-

ces

all

rush

right

past

me.

I

turn

and

walk

a-

way,

Cause

we

final-

ly

know

now

what

our

Time

here's

a-

bout,

we

were

not

meant

to

be

An-

o-

ther

face

in

the

crowd.

We're

a

fo-

rest

of

lives,

But

we

grow

tall

and

wide.

We'll

ne-

ver

be

cut

down.

Dest-

i-

na-

tion

a-

ny-

where

but

here.

A-

way

from

you.

Now

I'm

on

my

way

to

the

o-

ther

side,

I'll

for-

get

eve-

ry-

thing

I

left

be-

hind.

These

emp-

ty

rooms,

Are

still

filled

with

you.

I'm

so

tired

and

turned

a-

round

and

scared.

And

I'm

ly-

ing

in

emp-

ty

beds

a-

gain.

I'll

wait

for

you

to

come

To

your

sen-

ses,

barbed-

wire

fen-

ces

Won't

keep

me

from

break-

ing

through.

I

swear

I

will

to

you.

Now

I'm

on

my

way

to

the

o-

ther

side,

I'll

for-

get

eve-

ry-

thing

I

left

be-

hind.

These

emp-

ty

rooms,

Are

still

filled

with

you

Are

still

filled

with

you.

I'm

so

tired

and

turned

a-

round

and

scared.

And

I'm

ly-

ing

in

emp-

ty

beds

a-

gain.

A-

way

from

you.