Broken Bells - The remains of rock & roll
It's too long to wait around for everyone to decideI'm off to the promise land if anyone needs a rideIt's a small car but we'll fit inside if we leave our bags behindWe'll entertain ourselves just watching the world go byIs something wrongYou don't look like you're having funThe road is longGotta let go of the things you've doneWe prefer good love to goldAnd the remains of rock and rollWhen the moment's rightIn the middle of the nightWe can almost see the way to goSo long to everyone, cause they don't know who we areTell them you're sorry, but you'll have to break their heartsSister you're old enough to take the wheel and driveYour hands, your heart, your eyes, have made me realizeI hear your callAll of my senses are turned onWe're on a rollSuddenly Earth is far belowWe prefer good love to goldAnd the remains of rock and rollWhen the moment's rightIn the middle of the nightWe can almost see the way to goCan't you see me floatingForwards, backwardsWon't you lend a hand and help me outHear me on your doorstepKnocking, knockingWon't you open up and help me out