Nervous Passenger - '68

Wait, don’t follow to the end

Wait, don’t follow to the end

Wait, don’t follow to the end

Wait, don’t follow to the end

A million miles an hour won’t catch you my friend

I said wait, don’t follow to the end

You’re by the book, with your hands at ten and two

With ribbons sewn to your wrist, it’s fake, until it’s true

When friends become strangers and strange is routine

Oh, sing out… but you are tied to the machine

Love has moved out and fear has moved in, with rage

So I said

Wait, don’t follow to the end

Wait, don’t follow to the end

A million miles an hour won’t catch you my friend

I say wait, don’t follow to the end

I could make it better or I could make it worse

There’s many kinds of silence, all which you have rehearsed

When friends become strangers and strange is routine

Oh, sing out… but you are tied to the machine

Love has moved out and fear has moved in, with rage

Now I say

Wait, don’t follow to the end

Wait, don’t follow to the end

A million miles an hour won’t catch you my friend

I said wait, don’t follow to the end