1, 2, 3
The more you wait, the more you break
The longer that it takes to undo
All the knots that you've been tying
On cherry stems and blackboard wire, too
You work all day to find religion
And end up standing in your kitchen
Wondering both away
It's always been
I'm a firefighter
And I can't stop it
They fan the flames higher than rockets
And leave you standing on an open plain
Begging for rain
Begging for rain
I feel it all and I can't stop it
Wish that I could turn my faucet loose
And all my friends will keep on calling
Like nothing's wrong
And asking me what's new
And I can't stop it
I'll do my best and I'll be bitter
And give my rage a babysitter
Still waiting for the adults to come home
It's a firework and you can't stop it
I'm cutting holes in all the buckets
And everyone is calling me insane
Oh, I'm waiting for you, contained in my mind, no, no



I keep on waiting, I keep on waiting, I keep on waiting.
I keep on waiting.
I keep on waiting.
I keep on waiting.