«When you find yourself a new enemy
Can you take me down off the hook
That you’ve been hangin’ me on,» he said
With almost all the love gone
Will the time soon come when you see fit
The light will change
Will you just lok at it and stare
And wonder, ad the traffic moves,
Why you’re still sitting there
All eyes are waiting for it
The wind is at your back and it’ll blow
Without even having to know what you know
We’re waving our white flags
We’re hanging our heads out the high windows
Just to see you make your way to the starting gate and go
«Maybe you could find a way to be nice
See me coming up in a line
And let a smile creep out»
He swears that would be all it would be about
He said, «Just a peace to settle over us
No more words, no orme making it up
No victory
No up and leave»
All eyes are waiting for it
The wind is at your back and it’ll blow
Without even having to know what you know
We’re waving our white flags
We’re hanging our heads out the high window
Just to see you make your way to the starting gate and go
You’re seven numbers away
From never having to say
Anything more
«When you find yourself a new enemy
Can you take me down off the hook
That you’ve been hangin’ me on,» he said
With almost all the love gone