Check my pockets for the rattling change

Clean my closet for the missing name

It doesn’t matter where I want to go

I know a place, a place I know

 

Forget the code and the secrets inside

Down to the wire, explosives inside

Ticking-time bomb I used to say

But I don’t know, don’t know anyway

 

So get on, with your shoes

What you have you could lose

If it ain’t already gone

Step through the window pain

To find the worlds changed

If it ain’t already done

 

SO GET ON! 

GET ON! 

GET ON! 

(x2) 

Every hour there’s a little bit less

Less to answer with less to guess

Does it really matter anyway

Every morning I face the Day

 

Walk through fire trying to find me a truce

Can’t seem to manage, only offered a noose

All because I never agreed

Except to everything I want to be

 

So get on, with your shoes

What you have you could lose

If it ain’t already gone

Step through the window pain

To find the worlds changed

If it ain’t already done

 

SO GET ON! 

GET ON!

GET ON! 

(x2) 

Check my pocket for the rattling change

On the wall, the story remains

In the destiny of tragic truth

Bound by the memory of my fallen youth

 

Take the picture and lock the delay

Climb aboard the stowaway

Flip the coin for the invitation

Surrender all to the inspiration

 

So get on, with your shoes

What you have you could lose

If it ain’t already gone

Step through the window pain

To find the worlds changed

If it ain’t already done

 (x4)

 

SO GET ON! 

GET ON! 

GET ON!