All the tired yesterdays hanging around,
Like so many a wistful frown,
The darken rooms where the sad party sits;
No longer able to see how anything fits
And the old platters spin and spin upon spinning
On the broken pains grooved deep and waiting
Just waiting; waiting the wait
For another day, another way
Another fate
Waiting the wait
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Some unknown final date.
The blue skies are now always covered in gray
Like so many secrets kept closed in betray
Of all treasured memories kept cold under the pillow
Away from the blind eyes that can see a willow
Swaying against the window and weeping
Weeping willow weeping and waiting
Just waiting; waiting the wait
For another day, another way
Another fate
Waiting the wait
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Some unknown final date.
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