Waiting For A Song

Maybe I’ve found my way
on the backs of the strays
Alone in the gutters
with a life that still
stutters through all I’ve said
I drown
in my ocean of mistakes
a shot glass healing
through the stone deaf ceiling
that hears what I say
But I can’t help myself
No I won’t help myself
from waiting for a song
that’s playing for us all
And love
she’s dressed for the one searching for my shoulder while playing with a gun
And love dreams of all she’s wronged and love turned and fled but she never
left she’s still right here in my head
But I can’t help myself No I won’t help myself from waiting for a song that’s
playing for us all
Lifetimes stolen from my lips Moments that dare me to exist
But I can’t help myself No I won’t help myself from waiting for a song that’s
playing for us all