When all days flow together Into one endless day When nothing matters And wonders never happen It's left to hope and wait There'll come a second wave
A step away from home A place that I was born You said it's too late for rock-n-roll And call me back in But I won't go
When love becomes a routine And no one else to blame When nothing's left to follow When any word's gone muted And colors turned to gray There'll come a second wave
A step away from home A place that I was born You said it's too late to rock-n-roll And call me back in But I won't go
When time sweeps notes away from My schedules and my staves And turns my strings to oxide Then throws me to the bottom Where no one knows my name - There'll come a second wave
A step away from home A place that I was born You said it's too late to rock-n-roll And call me back in But I won't go
When snowflakes dance fandango Above my early grave.... There'll come a second wave