Letra de Worst Type of Best Possible
I had a lot to drink last night I had a lot to say I woke up with a busted lip And a stream of words dripping down my faceTimes are changing Times are changing, my love Times are changing And everybody knows That we can't get alongThis is how it all went wrong Where you are's not where you're fromBut I'm always holding out for peacetime Holding out for grace Everyone is leaving And they won't come back again No time for a gesture No need to re-engage You can move to dreamland But I'm holding out for changeI never was a lucky one I never was a saint But now the devil is creeping out And he don't care for your give and take 'Cause we can't get alongThis is how it all went wrong Where you are's not where you're fromBut I'm always holding out for peacetime Holding out for grace Everyone is leaving And they won't come back again No time for a gesture No need to re-engage You can move to dreamland But I'm holding out for changeHolding out for peacetime Holding out for grace Everyone is leaving And they won't come back again No time for a gesture No need to re-engage You can move to dreamland But I'm holding out for change