St. Petersburg

Before the time of the morning sandman
I could find my way around
Soon be here at the border line against
Armageddon coming down

Here lies a pretty state again
Time to make a move on
Cause in three days I'll be out of here
And it's not a day too soon

Fire light, the light of love burns
And turns to ashes in your hand
So to bed by the morning light I guess
I will wake 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
For the love of a forlorn feeling
I can stand the here and now

But 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
Three days I'll be out of here
And that's not a day to soon