Lyrics

in a dim reflection of a move i make
i get the feeling every moment is at stake
in a quiet hour, no one else around
i try to gather up the strength to take this demon down

and i keep my vision on the sky
in another day of do or die
and they tell me that with luck i may get by
well i’m waiting

gonna play it softly, gonna take it slow
‘cause even when i look within i’m still the last to know
gonna feed the fire, gonna take my time
gonna measure every breadth and every fleeting sign

as i keep my vision on the sky
in another day of do or die
and they tell me that with luck i may get by
well i’m waiting

streets are dark and empty, leaves are on the ground
a little bit of vision laid in each brick of this town
half a mile to boston, autumn wind is cold
and someday i’ll learn that i’m as wise as i am old

as i keep my vision on the sky
in another day of do or die
and they tell me that with luck i may get by
well i’m waiting
yes i'm waiting
yes i'm waiting