Текстове на песни: Chuck Prophet. It Won't Be Long.

They came out of the woodwork
To watch us do our act
The TV cameras came around to watch us cry
They won't be coming back

You ran out one time
Then threatened suicide
Then they flew away
It won't be long, it won't be long

We made a circus of our lives
And they captured it on film
Yeah, they pulled up stakes and left us here in rags
With a summer left to kill

From the morning
To the evening
Nobody comes around
It won't be long, it won't be long

Don't you turn your head
Look me in the eye

I like T-Bone Walker
And I like my Wonderbread
Yeah, I like to quote back into your face
All the things you never said

First we laughed and
Then we stopped and
Watched the sun go down
It won't be long, it won't be long
It won't be long, it won't be long