The Golden Hour

You spent all your life
Between the neon signs
Waiting for sunrise
While your hands are tied
Waiting for a sign
You keep your head up high

You better take some lessons
On how to count your blessings
If you ever wanna change

Now you’re drowning in a whiskey sour
You always lose it in the golden hour
In the golden hour
Add a shot of light pollution
And a spoonful of confusion
In the golden hour

You spent half the night
Waiting for low tide
Trying to get it right