Thought you were good
You thought you were right
Waiting for hours to come into night
The thought of the day, is thought of the time
The way of the bad is the way of the light
Gazin' for hours, it seemed a mistake
You gave it the best shot, you gave up your race
But only the slow man gazes alone
The time to call it off is to pick up the phone
The rating is now, the rating is in
But no one will be good until the end
