Thought you were good You thought you were right Waiting for hours to come into night The thought of the day, is thought of the time The way of the bad is the way of the light Gazin' for hours, it seemed a mistake You gave it the best shot, you gave up your race But only the slow man gazes alone The time to call it off is to pick up the phone The rating is now, the rating is in But no one will be good until the end