Wait Out The Day's

When the memory is a blank page

And the teeth in your

Mouth are all cliches

You heart is a bag of rocks

Your

Soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk

There's an eagle

Scout project

I used to come to to feel some kind of magic

Now a story less - we'll wait out the days

Wait out the days

'Til death comes to claim

Anything that

Life didn't already take

You can wait out the days

The catch 22s are all catching up with you

They're laying

All over the middle ground

You were walking on to avoid

'Em and it's too late to turn around

On the corner of Morisson

There's a shop that sells bracelets and little glass ornaments

Looking in you can feel the magic and wait out the days