SUNDAY NIGHT, AND A DRIVE WILL CLEAR HER HEAD
UP THE COAST, THERE’S A STORM THAT’S ROLLING IN
HEADLIGHTS NORTH, PAST THE PLACE SHE USED TO LIVE
SHE MIGHT HAVE STOPPED BUT SHE CAN’T GO BACK AGAIN

MONDAY’S LIGHT, AND IT CAME INTO THEIR ROOM
SLEEPLESS NIGHT, FOR HE LEAVES THIS AFTERNOON
ALL THE PAIN AND HEARTACHE SHE CAN TAKE
SHE WILL KNOW THAT THEIR LIVES WEREN’T MEANT TO BE
SO HE’LL GO AND CHANGE HIS DESTINY

AND IN THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU DECIDE
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF YOU INSIDE
WE HATE TO BE ALONE TO START AGAIN

WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE ?
THE HOURGLASS WON’T REWIND
THE PAST IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT

RED EYE FLIGHT, AND ITS SURE TO BE ONE WAY
ONE LAST DRINK, TO BEAR ANOTHER DAY
SOME WILL SAY HE HAD NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE
A FAMILIAR TALE THAT HE TRIED HIS BEST TO LOSE

AND IN THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU DECIDE
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF YOU INSIDE
WE HATE TO BE ALONE TO START AGAIN
AND IN THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU DECIDE
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF YOU INSIDE
WE HATE TO BE ALONE TO START AGAIN