the sun makes no apologies

falls against the broken seas

the wind blows through me

like a worn down boxer

who looks his victor in the eye

to find what's left of his own pride

the bell is ringing and he's not the winner this time

maybe someday you'll come and save me

just before the midday train comes

crashing over to take my number

well could it be i just believe in only having optimistic afternoons

if i could change the way i see

a glass half full of guarantees

i'll have another from fate's bartender

looks his victim in the eye

never thinks to ask him why

the bell is ringing and i'm not the winner this time

maybe someday you'll come and save me

just before the midday train comes

crashing over to take my number

well could it be i just believe in only having optimistic afternoons

maybe someday you'll come and save me

just before the midday train comes

crashing over to take my number

just before the midday train comes

someday

yes maybe someday yeah

maybe someday

maybe someday

yeah you'll come and save me