Waiting
In the burning thunder,
Of the outside lane,
On a voice out on the air,
See it float across the fallen autumn leaves,
Meander to the west,
There’s a music watching me,
It takes me on the air, on the air
And in the morning after,
Will I still be waiting, waiting?
In the dark of London, we’re a sea of faces,
Eyes raised to the sky,
Come on, take me leaders,
Show me something,
Show me you’re alive,
But he’ll change the lighting,
Eyes aglaze, soundbiting, biting,
And in the gales of laughter
Will we still be waiting?
In the burning thunder,
On the empty highway,
They don’t speak English anymore,
Come on take me leaders,
Show me something,
Make me feel alive.
There’s a camera watching me,
And fear rules by decree, by decree,
And in the morning after,
Will we all be waiting, waiting?