Letra de Boiled Frogs (Live @ The Verge)
Old man sits at his desk One year from retirement And he's up for review He's not quite sure what to doEach passing year The workload growsI'm always wishing I'm always wishing too late For things to come my way It always ends up the sameAnd I must be missing I must be missing the point Your signal fades away And all I'm left with is noiseSo wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about There must be more to my lifePoor little tin man Still swinging his axe Even though, even though His joints are clogged with rustMy youth is slipping My youth is slipping away Safe in monotony Day after dayMy youth is slipping My youth is slipping away Cold wind blows off the lake And I know for sure that it's too lateSo wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight There's so much to dream about There must be more to my lifeWait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight Between the light and shallow waves Is where I'm going to dieSo won't you wait up for me? Won't you wait up for me? Won't you wait up for me? Oh, wait up for me