Big City Waiting

Lazy afternoons on the high street

Kicking stones and dreaming schemes

Conversations full of fire

Chasing

shadows in the gleam (gritty delivery)

World keeps turning but we stand tall Waiting for the moment to

call

Hey now, we're the ones who won't fade Raise it up,

sing it loud and proud

Guitars ringing through the crowd This is our sound,

never coming down (whoa-oh)

Same old streets but the fire's still there

Laughing at the rain in our hair

Memories that never die With a rebel spark in our eye

(gritty, detached)

Hey now, we're the ones who won't fade Raise it up,

sing it loud and proud

Guitars ringing through the crowd This is our sound,

never coming down (whoa-oh)

Hey now, we're the ones who won't fade Raise it up,

sing it loud and proud

Guitars ringing through the crowd This is our sound,

never coming down

(whoa-oh, whoa-oh)