Race The Sun

The door is closed
The lock is latched and
I'm the first to have my fingers under this one, could anyone see them
I got both hands on the knob, pulling as hard as I can
Please don't move me
So I pull my collar high
Too slow to move any pace I try
Could April come any sooner
I'm packed and I'm pacing around
Can't wait for tomorrow
I'm marking out the days coming up
So far away and we're still here
Are we coming back down
These year long hours, clock ticking backwards
RVA grew dark and grey for the winter
So I pull my collar high
Too slow to move any pace I try
Could April come any sooner
I'm packed and I'm pacing around
Can't wait for tomorrow
This time I'm breaking out
Say goodbye to yesterday