Wait, dear, a white horse is walking down my
street here. Your words are creeping at my feet.
I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you’ll
disappear to the haze of this city and go south
Oh no…
CHORUS
Whoa..
Seems like I’m always on my own
Seems like I’m never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...
All the stars and boulevards ain’t close enough for you