Can we find our way home before losing everything? I can't say for sure because it's still happening And it's true we've been known to fall for pots of gold and leprechauns There's no chauffeur on this ride life's offering And all things change Become our own cliché There's just minutes to midnight Is there any blood left in our hearts? Change is constant Finish line's in sight Is there and air left in our lungs? In these final days And it cuts to the bone, this war fought beyond the Rubicon I seek the cure for this pain we're suffering And all things change We sleep in beds we've made If I lost it all, where would it leave me? In these final days. There's just minutes to midnight Is there any blood left in our hearts? In these final days. Can we find our way back home Far beyond the Rubicon In these final days. Falling again. Can we find our way before it? I don't know, it's almost midnight Can we find our way? Yes, we're on our own We've seen better days Sleep in beds we've made