Don't Wait
Been driving back roads lost and out of sight
I can see the glow of faint city lights
Been wearing clothes that don't fit
I'm moving slow feeling half lit
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
You can call me Ace or you can call me King
If I can find a place that's out of this wind
Draw you a map, I'll explain
That the road back may be filled with pain
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
If I'm a shadow of my former self
Well, I'm still better off
Than being someone else
I've seen people do things
That they can't explain
I've seen bad and good
Even seen dry rain
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
This concierge looks more dead than alive
Says the only way out of here is when it's bone dry
Think I'll drop a gear down into four-wheel drive
One thing's clear, it's just great to be alive
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
I can see the glow of faint city lights
Been wearing clothes that don't fit
I'm moving slow feeling half lit
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
You can call me Ace or you can call me King
If I can find a place that's out of this wind
Draw you a map, I'll explain
That the road back may be filled with pain
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
If I'm a shadow of my former self
Well, I'm still better off
Than being someone else
I've seen people do things
That they can't explain
I've seen bad and good
Even seen dry rain
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
This concierge looks more dead than alive
Says the only way out of here is when it's bone dry
Think I'll drop a gear down into four-wheel drive
One thing's clear, it's just great to be alive
Don't leave it too late
'Til you're standing in front of Hell's gates
With a pocket full of loose change
Feeling lost and strange
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Writer(s): Stephen Louw
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