You say there’s no sign of change   but I keep my eyes on the way out.   These side roads just get me rattled;   blocking the hope I’ve got to hold.      We’ve nearly got it made.   Everything’s so close.      It’s so hard to keep on trying   and it’s too much to keep to myself.   I can’t seem to think without you.   I just want to be there when you know.      There’s no point in trying to fool you.   I trip up when I am with you.   I just gotta wait to see what comes.      We’ve nearly got it made.   Don’t give up. Wait for me.