Weeds grown
Should have known
On our own
We wait
Single file
An empty smile
And all the while
We wait
I hear the word is on the wing
I don't believe in anything
Cast aside
This great divide
With foolish pride
We wait
Off the trail
We eat our tails
Bound to fail
And wait
I hear the word is on the wing
I don't believe in anything
A chorus of voices rise to sing
I don't believe in anything
Used to
Believe in you
Yet all we do
Is wait