Here we are, but this is not quite like the movies
Everything plays out in real time
No pretty boys or pretty girls or orchestral moments
No arc of a good story line
Just news events, unprecedented walls of graffiti
Rain that won't fall down from the sky
Designer bags that make me mad
Expensive new sneakers
Shouting for space in my mind
Where is the one who was coming to save me?
Where is the smile and the final embrace?
And where is the twist at the end
Of the story line?
A story where everything falls into place
Please don't ask me
I'm too busy biding my time
With magazines, obsessive dreams, credit cards and old age
Talking to the wild one inside
Early start
And playing parts
Making the ends meet
And waiting for trains to arrive
Where is the one who was coming to save me?
Where is the smile and the final embrace?
And where is the twist at the end of the story?
Where everything falls into place?
Please...
Please don't ask me
I'm too busy biding my time
And I'm not hopeless or helpless
Or going insane
But one day bleeds into the next and
It's all the same
So I'm in the middle of the night
Is I the future's fight?
Get over myself
I'll play the strong part with style
And where is the one who was coming to save me?
Where is the smile and the final embrace?
Where is the twist at the end of the story?
Where everything falls
Into place
Leave, a clear scar
Don't ask me
I'm too busy biding my time
Please don't ask me
I'm too busy biding my time
I'm too busy biding my time
Eliot- nad hopelessness
Please don't ask me I'm too busy biding my time