The Waiting Life

Labrador Dali ‘Possum House CD’

 

And I don’t get how you get by
You’ve closed your eyes
You’re so surprised
when you wake up every day,
and it’s not yesterday again
And if you paint the windows black
the sunlight cant attack you anymore

And you don’t get what you gave up
You keep your home
like a waiting room
And freedoms just another word
for crippled by your fear
So turn up the TV set
and watch them ringing in
another New Year.

How can you say it’s the end?
When it never even really began
And their calling your name
but you pretend you can’t hear
You’re only as real as you feel,
and you don’t have to feel a thing.

You don’t have to feel a thing.
You don’t have to say a word.
You don’t have to think at all.
You don’t have to sign your name,
or tell them who you are,
or even if…

You have no right to do no wrong
Don’t sing along with my mistakes
If that’s what it takes to
shut you up and move along
There’s only one more verse to rehearse
before you can quit the band.

How can you say it’s the end?
When it never even really began
And their calling your name
but you pretend you can’t hear
You’re only as real as you feel

You don’t feel anything at all…

© Robert Emmett McWhorter
published by Hermetic
Medical Records (ASCAP)

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