Story Behind The Song

Coming Soon

Song Description

Coming Soon

Lyrics

She's packed her bags.
It's The End again.
But I close the door.
I say, 'It's too cold to go.'
'Let's sit by the window.
I'll pour us a drink.'
She says, 'You never sing
a song about me.'

She thinks it's a stupid habit.
I call it Hope.
So where is this headin'?
Suburban Armageddon

Somewhere near last year,
I promised to make it better.
But like everything else;
I fell short. I fell short.
I spend our time
trying to make things rhyme.
And while she goes to sleep
I think of her, me and six strings,
a pad of paper,
and a hill that's too steep.

So where is this headin'?
Well, I think she just said it.
She said, 'It's The End.'
But I need a beginning.
She thinks it's a stupid habit.
It makes me choke.
Where is this headed?
Suburban Armageddon.