Two years ago he fell flat
New start with damage such that
He made his way to catch the next flight out
In a few months he found a new home
Big dreams and a pink telephone
Last part of his life erased from view
The sun sets and we all dream again
Those of which all seem to be pretend
Searching for what's hanging 'round the bend
Running towards the subway train
(Woahh) Jumping the turnstile
No time to waste or so they say
Burning out before the chance to walk away
(Woahh) Jumping the turnstile
No time to waste or so they say
Burning out before the chance to walk away
Quick trip that felt so long ago
Through the fields and over the depth below
Was a faded card from a worn out deck
Gazed around, tried to unwind
But the only trophy's that he fell behind
So he got out of line and sprinted in time
The sun sets and we all dream again
Those of which all seem to be pretend
Searching for what's hanging 'round the bend
Running towards the subway train
(Woahh) Jumping the turnstile
No time to waste or so they say
Burning out before the chance to walk away
(Woahh) Jumping the turnstile
No time to waste or so they say
Burning out before the chance to walk away
(Woahh) Jumping the turnstile
No time to waste or so they say
Burning out before the chance to walk away
(Woahh) Yeah, jumping the turnstile, alright