Waiting for the man to call
Waiting for the axe to fall
Waiting for fifty minutes past four
Until my day is done
I've been waiting for high seas to hit the shore
Waiting for an end to this war
Waiting to be told what's in store
For thy will to be done
I get up, roll my sleeves,
I dig in, and I start to believe
Shake the dust off my feet,
Peel the rust off the folks I meet
I've been burned, I've been down
I've been spurned, I've been spun around
But now I stand, Now I know
That waiting's no way to go
Waiting for that trumpet call
Waiting for an end to the fall
Waiting for a way around this wall
For my life's work to be done
I get up, roll my sleeves,
I dig in, and I start to believe
Shake the dust off my feet,
Peel the rust off the friends I keep
I've been burned, I've been down
I've been spurned, I've been spun around
Now I stand, Now I know
That waiting round won't save my blessed soul
There is love, There is joy
There is more, To life than being coy
Bring your light, Bring your flaws
Bring your plight, Bring laughter and applause
Bring your smile, Your inner child
Your sense of style, And say you'll stay a while
The world is rife, the world is rough
The world has sure, had, enough
Of waiting after everyone
For our good work to be done
credits
from The Introduction EP,
released August 6, 2011
Written by: B. Baptiste, R. Falcon