Waiting for Nothing

It looks like it could come for us if we don’t get away
Everybody in this town’s-starting to act the same
I think its true if you make friends with fear it won’t own you
I sleep with my door open now just like we used to do
I’m waiting for nothing
there’s nothing to prove
we may disagree
but I’ll always be true
the stories are ringing
good riddance and everyone around
has been made new
his voice grew loud while feeble spirits gave themselves away
and walked along the cobblestone and swore they’d never stray
hundreds maybe thousands now we’ll never know for sure
now that it’s through I look at you, how much did you endure?
this morning I was living in my meaningless routine
but tonight I think I’ll try to ask what you mean