The Waiter

Wake up tonight and write down what you saw
Who bent the trees and who called the cops?
What was that field where your whole life swirled
Like a rodeo, flyin' colors through the heart
You got this notion that time's gonna stop
That the winds are gonna change and tell you what you're not
But, oh, everybody's only told you what you're not
And you heard too much

So you charter the city and the fallin' of snow
You think you're alive, but you know how it goes
A moment of beauty till the darkness shows
Till black mountains grow on these sidewalks you know
And, oh, there's that notion that time outta stop
That the winds are gonna come and tell you what you're not
But, oh, everybody's always tellin' you what you're not
And you heard too much

Ooh

All of these dreams, yeah, you wrote them up
All of these dreams, you wrote them up
So when you cry like you do you still know what you ignored
You can cry what you want, but that floor's still the floor
And, hey, there's that notion that time's on a slip
That the wind's in your hands and the world sees your ship
But, oh, when has the world ever, when has the world ever seen you
For what you give? You've seen too much