Sprained Ankle

Waitin on a day that just won't come Looking for a way to run from Any place but where I'm coming from Coming from Hey I really can't explain But I can see the writing on the walls Can you stay Just a little longer You can't wait to prove the whole world wrong We'll all be Burning butane while they sing along When everyone's dead and gone They'll still be singing all your songs Waitin on a day that just won't come Looking for a way to run from Any place but where I'm coming from Coming from