Strings

I'm the star of a book you wrote before

Your career was illustrious.

Though only renters & college kids came through

Skipped through to the end

To see if you

Got help from someone there

Up on high

Who may have heard the beat

It's faint cry.

I could do things for you,

I could do things for you

All the reasons I always dreamed of school

I just dropped out and left them there.

It was always the fabulous stain on

On my reputation for

Opening doors

And selling arts and crafts

From the floor

Lately I notice much no more

We've been waiting for you

We've been waiting for you

I'm not like you, I don't respect

You were doing yourself

I'm not like you, I don't respect

You were doing yourself

Did some orphans lament get heard one night?

Pinball through moons and time

Went through some harmless darkness

Bounce off stars

And knock into some wall waiting on

Or was it just some times or some proof

Until we learned some obvious truth

We’ve been waiting for you

We’ve been waiting for you

I'm not like you, I don't respect

You were doing yourself

I'm not like you, I don't respect

You were doing yourself