The long walk home, Back to a no name town. Where people pass me by In red and white lines. Your only son can’t make you proud. The moon and stars, this frozen clock.
[x2:] And if in years to come we can talk like friends, Can I close my eyes and wake up then?
Drown out the sound of adulthood With songs that fell from out of space. At seventeen I wouldn’t dare to dream Because hope’s a dangerous thing, Hope’s a dangerous thing.
I won’t thank God, I’ll thank my friends, For sticking by till we’re home again. What matters most to me belongs to you. Because hope’s a dangerous thing, Hope’s a dangerous thing.
[x2:] I pinch myself to see, That if this curtain drops, this isn’t me. Pack my bags, no time to waste. We leave no trace of us. Still my pillow rings.