I've got tired eyes A black sky Making it's home under my lash line You keep on crying Babe I don't mind I keep on staring at the clock trying to pass time In my life It flies by Faster than you could say: I love you, goodbye It's almost over You say with a sigh Will our lives be better when we make it to the other side?
Ah, hope we make it to the other side
Eighteen Prom queen We spend our time thinking 'bout what we'll be doing We walk quiet streets Not afraid of the sounds Nothing bad ever happens in this town Mean dreams Can't sleep Younger me thought this'd be more bittersweet But we never noticed how long it'd been Got too caught up in the life we're living
Ah, hope we make it to the other side
And I hope I hope All of our homes have white fences And I hope I hope Our smiles are wider than theirs is I hope I hope All of our dreams are kept fragrant And I'll meet you on the pavement When we make it to the other side
