Riverside - Transit

Walking outside the gates of winter cemetery

I wonder when my time will be spent beneath the dirt and leaves

As uplifting as that sounds, I’m not about to lay down and die

Still my heart beats to the tune of my uncertainty

So I try to make the most of my short time here

These run down side streets are dead ends of my insecurities

So I try to make the most my short time here

Our headstones won’t tell the story

They’ll just engrave the ending

(The end of you and me)

What difference will it make

(Still my heart beats.)

What will become of us

(Still my heart beats.)

What difference will it make

(Still my heart beats.)

What will come of us

Walking outside of the gates of winter cemetery

I wonder when my time will be to sleep beneath the dirt and leaves

As uplifting as that sounds, I’m not about to lay down and die

Just keep your eyes on the door

I’ll have an ear to the ground

(I'm not about to lay down and die.)

(I'm not about to settle now.)

Just keep your eyes on the door

I’ll have an ear to the ground and

We’ll be gone before the dust can settle