I've got the keys to my eyes
I've got the keys to my lungs
That's all I ever wanted
Softly sailing away
From poppa, momma and back again
To stay
Time's an empty book
The next time that you look
Could be the end of me
We'll see
Samples from the airwaves
Still a ways to go
Where can a guy get sleep
Like this, like home, like anywhere I roam
Buzzing through the sand
Leaving echos in my hands
But time's an empty book
The next time that you look
Could be the end of me
And we'll see
Time's an empty book
The next time that you look
Could be the end of me
So we'll see
Tick tock