Waiting

When the morning comes I’ll be ready
When the sun comes up I will stand tall
For the time has come to start running
Up that hill there’ll be no looking back no more waiting
Irrational and beautiful but what is
real
Maps and diagrams tell us how to feel
If living is breathing and seeing and breaking free from insanity
Time is not for wasting, no more no more waiting
Light is breaking the shadows fading
The boat is leaving and we are sailing into blue
The clouds are heavy our pulses racing the storm is brewing
The shapes that fit the lines that meet when I’m with you
Irrational and beautiful but what is real
Maps and diagrams tell us how to feel
If living is breathing and seeing and breaking free from insanity
Time is not for wasting, no more no more waiting
I’m not waiting, Time’s a-wasting
I’m not waiting, Time’s a-wasting
Maps and diagrams tell us how to feel
If living is breathing and seeing and breaking free from insanity
Time is not for wasting, no more no more no more no more waiting
no more waiting
When the morning comes I’ll be ready