They say there's a heaven for those who wait, some say it's better I say it ain't.

In hell there's a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can't call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.

We're on the verge of all things new.

Maybe this won't last very long but you feel so right and I could be wrong. Maybe I've been hoping too hard. I've gone this far and it's more than I hope for.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

Why should I worry, why should I care? And even when I cross that line, I got street savoire faire.

Even when I stop performing or stop making records I won't stop being creative. Songwriting is a good outlet.