St. Petersburg

Before the time of the morning sandman

I can find my way around

Soon be here at the borderline I guess

Armageddon coming down

And here lies a pretty state again

It's time to make a move on

Cos in three days I'll be out of here

And it's not a day too soon

Firelight, the light of love, burns

Turns to ashes in your hand

So to bed by the morning light I guess

I'm awake and understand

Set sail for St. Petersburg

Making use of my time

Cos 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

I'm full of love, of a full of feeling

I can't stand the here and now

Leave town for pity's sake you know

It's time to make a move on

Cos in three days I'll be out of here

And it's not a day too soon

Yeah, three days I'll be out of here

And it's not a day too soon