Wanting, Waiting, by Doug McKenna

If you took it for granted
Could you see it through to the end
And if you made it that much better
Would you be better off to pretend
Where is your strength?
Now that you’ve lost your friend
Where is all your strength?
Lost the means to the end, and now you’ve lost the end…

Can you make it that much better?
Can you weather the storms that come crashing in?
When you’re feeling down you better
Hold onto yourself as that bottle comes tumbling in

And if you wrote the perfect letter
Tossed it out into the sea
Could you leave your little island
Would you risk it all to go between
Can you go on?
With a message blurred a glass that’s cracked
Just stay where you are
In a year or two they’re bound to come back, and now they’re coming back

Wanting, I’m waiting
Wanting, I’m waiting
Wanting, I’m waiting
Wanting, I am waiting

If you’re looking for answers
Well we are not what we seem to be
When you finally realize
That we seem not to be what we are
Will it be too late
To salvage your faith and turn around
Is it too late
You’re losing speed you’ve run aground, yes run aground


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