Great Headless Blank

I’m waiting for an escape to unfold in my favor while I’m sound asleep
I’m waiting for a rarer luck to sow its seed
I am the great headless blank, slowly losing shape, erased and all alone
I’m waiting for another soul to hear my plea
I’m waiting for an escape to unfold while I dream
While I am asleep
I’m waiting for the hole to mend me
And make it all better
Impossible hold — in my struggle — electric unknowing only eight hours away
But you don’t see me struggle in my present state
Here I wait in the darkness of day, when the night lingers well past the dawn
With time running blank, well the waiting will make you crazy
I’m waiting for an escape to unfold while I dream
While I am asleep
I’m waiting for the hole to mend me
And make it all better
Well, you can try
I’m waiting for an escape to unfold, but escape’s not the remedy I need
But it’s too late, the light is dim, and I am weary
There’s no elation, no great sigh of relief, but a quiet nod, and a casual walk
away
For all the wild wanting, was it worth the waiting?
I’m waiting for an escape to unfold while I dream
While I am asleep
I’m waiting for the hole to mend me
And make it all better
But I was wrong —
Blank for so long
That you could never see
That I am struggling