A last lullabye

And she wants a change tonight
but she's gonna wait, she's gonna wait,
she's gonna wait 'til the time is right.
Frozen in her gaze the sun disintegrates
She's kinda late, she's kinda late,
she's kinda late but she's right on time.
Why?

If it's all in vain this time
and she's scribbling vicious circles in her eyes.
But there's hope today on this empty page
that there's a way, a way, a way,
a way for her to write a last lullabye.

She's got new friends but she can't be sure
cause they're singing songs she's never heard before.
She's unending peace - she's the middle east.
And she's afraid, afraid, afraid
to be original, why?

Cause it's all in vain, as she drifts away.
Is there a way, a way, a way, for her to cry.
But there's hope today on this empty page
that there's a way, a way, a way,
a way for her to write a last lullabye.

A means to a end,
forever relevant
ignore the latest treand
is nothing genuine?

But it's all the same tonight
so she's gonna wait, she's gonna wait,
she's gonna wait 'til the time is right.
Why if it's all in vain as she drifts away?
Is there a way, a way, a way worth trying,
no way, no way, no way denying...
No use trying, no use crying, save your stealing,
no one's buying...

So is there a way, a way, a way,
a way for her to write a last lullabye?