Waiting
I'm waiting for something to get me out of here
To heal the aching bones and cure me of these itchy feet
Can't stand the continuity forever looks the same
Just the same as yesterday

And we watch the cars and wish we could drive
So we could head into an empty skyline
Reaching for the other side and you'll be next to me
And we can wash away the stagnant imagery and memories
Drink to the last ten thousand miles
(and to the next)

But when tomorrow's always a day too late
We're forever holding back
Pushing the thorn into our side
We do our best to run and hide, but in the end
Chance won't find a better place, it's up to us

And as we wade out into this world
I'm looking back and taking pictures
Writing songs of yesterday
And as the current lifts us off our feet to drift forever more
Just take your hand in mine and I swear we'll find the shore
(someday)