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