There'll be a time when this won't hurt you
After this fever's come and gone
I've got your sweaty little hand in mine
Keep runnin' that shaky marathon
Soon, the nights won't seem half as scary
It will turn your dreams back into gold
Your grinding cough one morning will vanish
Like the springtime chases away the cold
I'm only gonna let go of your hand
Long enough to steer
I'm only gonna let go of your hand
When we get in the clear
There'll be a time when you won't need me
You'll know exactly when to go
And you'll learn to dart in and out of traffic
And float like a whisper in the snow
I'm only gonna let go of your hand
Long enough to steer
I'm only gonna let go of your hand
When we get in the clear
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
But you ain't here in the California
Without fire, flood or quake
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
May every last fever break
