At what point will we say we've had enough
At what point will we give it up
The way things are going it's hard to find
Where in the sand to draw the line

Seems we're shooting from the hip
For so long now we're used to it
Fill free to place the call, it's your dime
But who's on the other end of the line

How early is too soon and too soon late
Is there a do over, over our mistakes
With enough light we should see the signs
Then maybe we could find the line

When did we start to love our love for hate
And do we remember if there ever was a day
I would do for you and you would do in kind
As we both grip hands on the line

And as the end defends its wanderlust
When it comes for each and every one of us
My hope is that is takes its own sweet time
As we are all waiting patiently in the line