Our heads in the sand
I tried to fill the glass
But it spilled over

We have no room to move
The weekend's gone too soon
So bad with closure

Dream of times we once had
Gone too fast

Words beckoning
Have we songs left to sing
Overexposure

A quiet mandolin
A drop of saccharin
I need a shoulder

Dream of times not so sad
Gone too fast
Gone too fast
Gone too fast