Can we find our way home before losing everything?nI can't say for sure because it's still happeningnAnd it's true we've been known to fall for pots of gold and leprechaunsnThere's no chauffeur on this ride life's offering nnAnd all things changenBecome our own clichénnThere's just minutes to midnightnIs there any blood left in our hearts?nChange is constantnnFinish line's in sightnIs there and air left in our lungs?nIn these final daysnnAnd it cuts to the bone, this war fought beyond the RubiconnI seek the cure for this pain we're sufferingnnAnd all things changenWe sleep in beds we've madennIf I lost it all, where would it leave me?nnIn these final days..nnThere's just minutes to midnightnIs there any blood left in our hearts?nnIn these final days..nnCan we find our way back homenFar beyond the RubiconnIn these final days..nnFalling again..nCan we find our way before it?nI don't know, it's almost midnightnCan we find our way?nYes, we're on our ownnWe've seen better daysnSleep in beds we've made