Washing my hands
Through the night can't
Sleep for the sirens
Screaming one man's freedom's
Another's fever
That keeps rising
Along with this sneak-attack sun
But I promise hon
I can make the coffee strong enough
To get us to the wine
In a holding pattern
Remembering when
We could land in
Any old weather
Singing nothing's so wrong
That the right song
Can't make it better
But when will the aerosols fly
Through the stage lights
Towards the front row of my
Next audience I wonder
In a holding pattern
Circling around
Won't ya hold me darling
Til the wheels touch down
Here in your arms
A chorus of alarms
Sounding like vespers
Your lips to my ears
Don't forget we're
Alone in this together
Glory to any true love
As it once was
As it is now and just might have to be forever
In a holding pattern
Circling around
Hold me and I'll hold you darling
Til the wheels touch down
We're in a holding pattern
So hold me darling
While the world burns down