Lyrics

They tell me good things will come
So I wait patiently
But is it considered waiting
when I’m running?
Grabbing what I desire
Looking for a sign ahead
Blinded by the sun and wind
Inside I am waiting

Casting spells, making calls
Throwing runes won’t work at all
Smoke signals, shooting flares
The universe has no comment

Nothing is a thing that has to be done
So in non existent time
We wait for elusive Godot

All things come to those who wait,
I say these words to make me glad,
But something answers soft and sad,
'They come, but often come too late.'

We don’t talk about it. We only think about it.
Words wouldn’t make any sense to say.

We wait for something new
A signal out of blue
Dancing in the fire
To reveal in ashes, meaning
Blaming our integrity
He’s coming soon so look busy
We wait for the wall to paint itself
And bring tidings of all good things.