Next Stop Willoughby

We've got a red sky this morning but it's way worse than that And there's no salt left in your tank This isn't the first time you've been left behind And I'm growing up way slower than I expected Tickets please, your stop's gone by It's not getting any easier We're five hundred miles down the line We're just around the bend and we'd love to fall off again Come back when you get some money buddy 'Cause this shit's not free and there's a whole lot less than there used to be You're never gonna get it right 'Cause you're such a liar You've got all these cards in your hand and you don't have anything to play Tickets please, your stop's gone by It's not getting any easier We're five hundred miles down the line We're just around the bend and you'd love to fall off again --- Next Stop Willoughby - A Cure for Love