A Dotted Line

You don't owe me one more minute of your wasted time You act like it's all fine But all the years I gave you thinking you knew that you wanted me I wanted to believe I've got to make a destination Find where I belong This time I've got no hesitation

It's time to bid this whole world goodbye. Oh, glory, time to fly away. We'll meet our savior in the sky. Hallelujah, the 21st of May. Sinner, heed these words of mine 'Bout the coming Judgment Day. Yes, the end is drawing nigh. Hallelujah, the 21st