Waiting on Time

Oh they say that time, you can never really catch it

But the sands are on the ground and I'm finding now

That I can sweep em up and put em in a bucket

It's funny how when the lights go out we'll be sitting on the other side

But I'm still, I'm still waiting on time

Oh they say that words, you can find a way to spin em

But I have a feeling in my head and a notebook in my hands

And I can't seem to know what to do with em

I notice when the lights go dim that I can peek a little more inside

But I'm still, I'm still waiting on time