Zebra

Well, you're walking on the moon, but there's nothing
No, there's nothing left to do deep inside
And you can't believe it's real, got ya thinking boy
May be better off to stay than to slide, lucky boy
But now she's falling close to you
And there are things that just cannot last forever
There's nothing I can say that is possibly kind
But I'm about to make the time
Cause I'm about to lose my mind
And you think you're on the move, but there's nothing
No, there's nothing left to breathe deep inside
And you say it's in the wheels, god, it's stinkin' boy
Well, you know that all you said was a lie, lucky boy
But now she's falling close to you
And there are things that just cannot last forever
There's nothing I can say that is possibly kind
But I'm about to make the time
Cause I'm about to lose my mind
And I'm about to make the time
Cause I'm about to lose my mind
Yes, I'm about to make the time
I do it, we're gonna do it, gotta stop and take it slow
You blew it, they're gonna screw it
Gotta stop and steal the show
You count the ways, you stop it
And you say you're on the move, but there's nothing
No, there's nothing left to do deep inside
And you can't believe it's real, got ya thinkin' boy
Maybe better off to stay than to die, thinkin' boy
But now she's falling close to you
And there are things that just cannot last forever
There's nothing I can say that is possibly kind
But I'm about to make the time
Cause I'm about to lose my mind
And I'm about to make the time
Cause I'm about to lose my mind
But I'm about to make the time