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

• Anyone Out There
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• Friends of Mine
• Nightboat
• Sound of Thunder
• Tel Aviv