Got an airship full of diamonds, hidin' underneath my bed
walkin' barefoot on the water, got your song stuck in my head

well everyone is breathless, in the barrel of a gun
silence used for only hiding, from the heat inside the sun

Is this the last morning
Was that the last night
Is this all just heartache
or am I hanging on a goodbye

mystery spinnin' round a trail, like a coney island ride
Let's walk out onto the edge here, stare at the great divide

Composição: Greg Beshers / Mary McBride