Been in this grass here for the last ten hours
my clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
how does it happen, does it fly through the air
oh, i gave up asking days away
And now i'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Here i am, i'm the dotted line
cut the corners stick me to your door
i'm the man who stepped off the path
and i just lie here
it's what i was made for
And now my eyes are closing but i still feel the land
leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast
that i might fly off
the world spins so fast
that i might fly off
the world spins so fast
that i might fly off
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder