Powderfinger

The metre



Blow the candels out raise a glass to the night Let all the tension out You've been wound up so tight It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time If you measure the world By what you leave behind Welcome to the saving grace Welcome to the saving grace There's a sunset on the road Reappearing as we go Keep the glass topped up it's not over just yet Pull off the sunlight out find a place in the shade If you measure the world Welcome to the saving grace Welcome to the saving grace There's a sunset on the road Reappearing as we go