You got the butterflies in your eyes,
you never born too late
You're an angel in disguise,
ain't that a bitchin' fate?
You're from here to eternity,
and no gaps in between,
you're right on time
You live the moment son,
you got to turn yourself on
And what you're running for,
might just be saving you
Now treasure it, for the fingers,
or lightening strikes once
It's nice.
This time it's for real.
It's really, really, really all right.
Take it by the hand.
One way ticket to the promised land.
You're right on time.
In the moment, son.
You got to turn yourself on.
And what you're running from
might just be saving you.
In the moment, son.
You got to turn yourself on.
And what you're
running from
might just be saving you.
In the moment, son.
You got to turn yourself on.
In the moment, son.
You got to turn yourself on.