Here to Go

If you smell the smoke

You don't need to be told

What you got to do

Yet there's a certain breed

So very in-between

They'd rather take a vote

Running short on time

Til they can't decide

What we already know

That we are here to go

We are here to go

What is really mine?

Who's at the top of the pile?

Where does he draw the line?

Let them figure it out

Go on and step across

Just remind yourself

That we are here to go

When it grows too long

The day awaits the dawn

The hand that bites gets fed

Troubles multiply

The crowd begins to cry

For some common sense

Let them all dig in

When the odds are no-win

Head for the nearest door

Cause we are here to go

What is really mine?

Who's at the top of the pile?

Where does he draw the line?

Let them figure it out

Go on and step across

Just remind yourself

That we are here to go