In a dim reflection of a move I make
I get the feeling every moment is at stake
In a quiet hour, no one else around
I try to gather up the strength to take this demon down
And I keep my vision on the sky
In another day of do or die
And they tell me that with luck I may get by
Well I'm waiting
Gonna play it softly, gonna take it slow
'Cause even when I look within I'm still the last to know
Gonna feed the fire, gonna take my time
Gonna measure every breadth and every fleeting sign
And I keep my vision on the sky
In another day of do or die
And they tell me that with luck I may get by
Well I'm waiting
Streets are dark and empty, leaves are on the ground
A little bit of vision laid in each brick of this town
Half a mile to Boston, autumn wind is cold
And someday I'll learn that I'm as wise as I am old
And I keep my vision on the sky
In another day of do or die
And they tell me that with luck I may get by
Well I'm waiting