Still Waiting

Now
Something’s taking over deep within
Commence the last rites
In this cycle of your highs and lows
Where you have been so long
Can you feel it coming to a head
Oh, but you will, son
You’ve been blinded by it far too long
It’s only right
Still waiting for it to come
You’re still receptive, still expectant
Or maybe not
Try not to leave this life before you’ve lived
It goes so fast, son
All tomorrow’s problems sure to come
You’ll never fix with your anger
And as you feed this fire with regret
It draws you in to its warmth
And this cold gravestone you stand before
Can’t tell you why
Still waiting for it to come
You’re still receptive, still expectant
Or maybe not
A sad thing to see you now
Smoldering in bitter silence
Harboring the weight of
All that which you can’t even up
There’s gotta' be another way to live
Another way to resolve the spite
That you’ve felt so long
Shine as you live, son
Shine as you live, son
The distance of the coming flood
The distance of the ones who’ve drawn your blood
The distance of the righting of the wrong
The distance of
Still waiting for it to come
Still waiting for it to come