Before the time of the morning sandman
I can find my way around
Soon be here at the borderline I guess
Armageddon coming down

And here lies a pretty state again
Itˤs time to make a move on
Cos in three days Iˤll be out of here
And itˤs not a day too soon

Firelight, the light of love, burns
Turns to ashes in your hand
So to bed by the morning light I guess
Iˤm awake and understand

Set sail for St. Petersburg
Making use of my time
Cos in three days Iˤll be out of here
And itˤs not a day too soon

Head out to a better life
I can get a job, settle down
Iˤm full of love, of a full of feeling
I canˤt stand the here and now

Leave town for pityˤs sake you know
Itˤs time to make a move on
Cos in three days Iˤll be out of here
And itˤs not a day too soon
Yeah, three days Iˤll be out of here
And itˤs not a day too soon