Now it’s time to lock and load,
Collect on all the favors owed,
If you never try, you’ll never know,
Or make it out alive.
So it’s time to make the call,
While we’re storming city hall,
We’ll hit the road before they know it,
Baby we’ll be gone.
PRECHORUS:
And now the room’s all look the same,
But at least they know your name,
All the fortune and the fame,
Such unforgiving friends.
CHORUS:
It’s the boulevard to nowhere baby,
The only place we’re going’s crazy,
Close your eyes and find that maybe,
You were right at home.
It’s the highway to a broken dream,
Where things are never what they seem,
Playing for the losing team,
But taking home the gold.
Word’s out your falling hard,
They gave an inch, you took a yard,
Now Mama’s waiting in the car,
To hold you in her arms.
How long can we all hold on,
Standing by your ivory tower,
Waiting for the final hour,
To watch it tumble down.
REPEAT PRECHORUS & CHORUS
BRIDGE:
There’s no time to admit defeat,
This time ‘round they’ve got us beat,
From mistakes we’ll sure repeat,
So baby hold on tight.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI