Oh, from the corner of a bed
to the quarters of my head.
A fool in his basement or the hill
and it's time he wants to k**.
Felis domesticus on sill.
I'm okay, you're okay, okay.
It's not your fault that I'm this way.
It's not my fault either, it's true.
But what is one to do?
You just might find you're this way, too.
It may look like nothing is happening.
The owl hoots and the sea bear croons.
I'm waiting for you, you'll be here soon.
I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting still.
It may look like nothing is happening.
Another song another afternoon.
I'm waiting for you, you'll be here soon.
I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting still.
Let's hold the night the way it is.
Just gather round me, kids,
and our hearts they soon will fill.
I promise that they will.
Let's just wait here real still.