text: The keys in the ignition
  Were going home, going home
  And theres nowhere to go but home
  Theres nowhere to go
  Timing is everything we need
  It is the only thing thats keeping us from leaving
  Trust me, trust me
  Well be there soon
  Well be there soon
  Our wheels are stuck in the mud
  Our wheels are stuck in the mud
  And with the storm rolling in
  It looks like this could be the end
  It looks like this could be the end
  Theres a gaping hole, its so big
  The pressure in my chest, the pressure in my chest
  It wont let go, it wont let go
  Theres a gaping hole, its so big
  Make me believe
  And give me a taste of what this could be
  Make me believe
  And trust me, well be there
  Well be there soon
  Timing is everything we need
  It is the only thing thats keeping us from leaving
  And we promise to never, to never write
  Instead of selling my soul, Im giving it away
  Instead of selling my soul, Im giving it away
  Make me believe
  And give me a taste of what this could be
  Make me believe
  And trust me, well be there
  Well be there soon
  Im breathing
  God, I hope Im breathing
  Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat
  Ill keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
  Im breathing
  God, I hope Im breathing
  Im breathing
  God, I hope Im breathing
  Make me believe
  And give me a taste of what this could be
  Make me believe
  And trust me, well be there
  Well be there soon