Weeks, Months, Years

And in the end there's only one

Staying up late thinking things alone

Pretty soon I'll be gone and just the thoughts will dust this town

Pretty soon all I've know will be gone

I'll sleep in past noon again

I never want to grow up towards an end

Pretty soon I'll be gone and just the words I'll leave to haunt

Pretty soon all I know will begin again

So what are we waiting for?

Sometimes the mundane days are all that keeps me whole

Sometimes I'm me but sometimes I just don't know

What are we waiting for?

And in the end I'll come around

I'll never forget where I come from

One by one the days passing like cargo on trains

One by one creating history

So what are we waiting for?

Sometimes the mundane days are all that keeps me whole

Sometimes I'm me but sometimes I just don't know

Sometimes I'm me but other times I just don't know

What are we waiting for?