Waiting For The Other Shoe To Drop

Oh the light is slowly fading.
Tomorrow bleeds into today.
Rabbits playing in the road.
My muscles slowly tighten again.

If now’s the only time I have,
why do I run away and hide?
Waiting for the other shoe to drop,
but it still takes me by surprise.

A telephone is ringing,
somewhere inside my mind.
The TV news fires bullets at me,
and I fly away.

If now’s the only time I have,
why do I run away and hide?
Waiting for the other shoe to drop,
but it still takes me by surprise.

Is this the last day of the week?
I don’t know when to say goodbye.
Photos fading in an album,
well I don’t feel like they are mine.

If now’s the only time I have,
why do I run away and hide?
Waiting for the other shoe to drop,
but it still takes me by surprise.