I'd quite like to be able to, say that I'm not on borrowed time
Feel like I've been falling down, two years from New York, or the next town
And I feel like I know
Where I'll land next
Promises, I'm sure of one thing
The next day they mean nothing
But baby please tell me this time it's different
And I feel like I know
Where I'll land next
In their arms, or laying on a shoulder
Trace on her hand 'til it's over
Walk outside for some fresh air two steps behind I'll see you there
Where I feel like I know
That I'll land next
Where I'll land next