St. Petersburg

Before the time of the morning sandman I can find my way around Soon be here at the borderline, I guess Armageddon coming down And here lies a pretty state again It's time to make a move on 'Cause in three days, I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon Firelight, the light of love, burns Turns to ashes in your hand So to bed by the morning light, I guess And I'm awake and understand Set sail for St. Petersburg Making use of my time 'Cause in three days, I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon Head out to a better life I can get a job, settle down I'm full of love, of a full of feeling I can't stand the here and now We leave town for pity's sake, you know It's time to make a move on 'Cause in three days, I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon Yeah, three days, I'll be out of here And it's not a day too soon