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As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter |
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Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land |
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You say you don't believe a thing I say, I say you don't believe a thing |
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You say you can't believe how I don't understand |
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But I know, you will be waiting |
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Oh I know, you will be waiting |
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Oh I know, you will be waiting |
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Waiting there for me |
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You say you cannot live with me, you need your own identity |
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And now we air our laundry on national TV |
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And so you hate my arrogance, my smothering, and sitting on the fence |
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But I'm afraid of the hard permanence of letting you go free |
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But I know, you will be waiting |
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Oh I know, you will be waiting |
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Oh I know, you will be waiting |
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Waiting there for me |
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I'm so sick of fighting and that effigy you're lighting |
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Looks an awful lot like someone whose name I just can't quite place |
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And though you say it's not supposed to be me or an entity |
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Still through the flames and smoke I see, I recognize that face |
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But I know, you will be waiting |
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Oh I know, you will be waiting |
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Oh I know, you will be waiting |
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Waiting there for me |
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You were someone who would always tell me |
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Things I don't know, tell me where to go, there I'll always go |
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Always go there whether or not you're waiting |
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Well, I don't care if you'll be waiting |
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But, please say that you will be waiting there for me |
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Don't you ever leave me, don't leave |
