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

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 'til the darkness shows

′Til black mountains grow on these sidewalks you know

And oh, there's that notion that time oughta 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-ooh-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

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