A perfect cadence, a softly sweeping slope
Until the last one, until the last one made sense
Until I really understood
Until I really understood where all my days went
And then, and then, and then, until the end
It's always until then
It's always until then, again, my friend, my friend
A perfect cadence, a softly sweeping slope
Until the last one, until the last one made sense
It's always until then
It's always until then, again, my friend, my friend
My heart can't take no more
It shapes to you and falls away
I wrote a song inside your head
I'd like it back
And while I'm there I'll make you see
What it is you did to me
It is my own, to keep, or sell
Or share with all the world
I wrote a song inside your head
I'd like it back
A perfect cadence, a softly sweeping slope
Until the last one, until the last one made sense
Until I really understood
Until I really understood where all my days went
And then, and then, and then, until the end
It's always until then
It's always until then, again, my friend, my friend
Walk spiritless, except for this, the most basic of impulses
And you know it - you own it - but you take strides away from it
And you see new prey caught in high beams with scenes from my exciting life
California days and Vegas nights
And you should be scared, you should be
Of me, of we, of the switch that I keep by my bed
That'll turn this whole damn night into a neat goodbye on the porch
And I can go back to doing me
Riding the waves of the words I say and seeing how they lead my way
And you can go back to doing you
Because the last thing you care about is the truth