Waiting For Me
Strange how we give shelter to
The images we weave
Reality a question of
The things that we believe
Boundaries readjusted
By the lines that are deceived
And I thought the world was waiting for me
Ordinary playing cards in costumes queens and kings
Everybody knows a joker can be anything
Promise spun with brilliant yarns
In a dreamlike tapestry
And I thought the world was waiting for me
Sailing on the ocean
Like a ship no sight of shore
Reaching out for less
Than I have thrown away before
Can't go back or
Unless you want a little more
And I've got someone waiting for me
Writer/s: Vincent Poag
