rudderless

lemonheads, the

waiting for something to break

left my heart out to bake

nothing there in my glass

wasn't air made to last

hopin' my past

hopin' my past

hopin' my past

hopin' my past

all the way down to the lake

how much more could i take

walked back home to my place

guess i don't wanna die

hopin' my past

hopin' my past

hopin' my past

hopin' my past

waiting for something to break

left my heart out to bake

slipped my mind that i could use my brain

i'll stay up all night

and crash on the plane

ship without a rudder's like a ship without a rudder's like a

ship without a rudder