Spaceland came from dreams
Now it's just a distant satellite
We were nobodies, waiting for the bar-back to lift the gate
Sitting on the sidewalk, kicking broken glass, waiting for the gate
Waiting for the gate
Oh, I wish I could've had just one more night with Los Angeles
In the freeway wind, under sideways sun, life never ends
I have known more empty bedrooms than I'll ever know myself

Waiting for the gate
Open up
Waiting for the gate
Open up

I've got three hours
Need coffee and a shower
And a walk to re-consider:
Do I even have a mission?
Another life I'm missing?
Someone I should be kissing?
Going by

Spaceland came from dreams
Now it's just a distant satellite
I swear someday we'll make it if you let me close my eyes
We're still sidewalk phantoms stumbling through smoke as the evening hits

Waiting for the gate
Open up
Waiting for the gate
Open up
Waiting for the gate
Open up
Waiting for the gate
Open up
Waiting for the gate

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid, ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): MATTHEW MORRIS POND