Leslie Low - In The Air lyrics

Waiting by the gates of heaven for nothing you have seen Waiting by the gates of hell for everything Waiting by the roadside for a past you've grown from since Waiting for a glimpse of what you'd been Dead mountains surround you Your friends they don't care anyway Any day They'll turn you in It's in the air Waiting by the gates of freedom for time and nothing less Waiting for the last in line, the rest Waiting for a glimpse of hope A sliver through the vent Waiting on the wire to repent Dead birds around you You'll make friends in there anyway Any day It's in the air.