Waiting

You finally muster up enough gumption to face a terrible fear that's been haunting you for years. For some reason it suddenly no longer holds any power.. you walk straight through it, laughing.. Written by Elizabeth Geyer. Recorded by Russell Finch - thanks John Hanlon and Grant Thomas/ from the album On Patrol With The Jazz Police. Saw all the signs of your imminent arrival, You wore the face of certain death First you play it loose and casual, killing those around me Now you're standing right in front with unwavering eyes but I walk, I walk, I just keep walking I walk, I walk, I just keep walking So tell me all about your cruel creative plans and close the door behind you You can try me with your rituals and your sweet preparations I'm holding out for your return so don't be late 'cause I'll wait, I'll wait , I'll be here waiting I'll wait, I'll wait , I'll be here waiting. So throw me to the lions and I'll tickle them to sleep - I might like that What magic carpet? it's just some old rug that you can pull out from my feet Hope believes the lies and blocks the truth - does it matter in the end if it's the hope that gets you through? You think you got me now but you only got me trained - no loss that we can't overturn into our greatest gain Your thunderstorm can't scare me in fact it only lights my way so put me down and just watch me while I surface you're just waiting for the moment that I cave.. well you wait, you wait just you wait