Description

One-Stop, Rock, Medium tempo, building, anthemic, heavy, rocking, uplifting, inspiring, hopeful, trailer, percussive, Male vocals, electric guitar, bass, drums, percussion

Lyrics

Packed in The lights low, we’ll drive slow Away from here See the coast rise, feel the engine die Hear the phone disconnect This is not me waving goodbye This is me waiting for what’s left I, I can see you running I can see you running out on me I, I don’t wait for much at all Lay me down In my Sunday suit, these easy truths Spin me right back around See the waves break, feel your voice shake Watch the years pass too soon This is not me waving goodbye This is me begging for breathing room I, I can see you running I can see you running out on me I, I don’t wait for much at all