J. Armen Waiting For Mine
take me down to the river’s edge don’t let me fall in let me into your circle of life while I’m waiting for mine to begin but the river runs wide and so deep I can see myself drown I’m awake but my conscience is asleep as the wind drags me down my mind’s eye would always be blind heading down for the cliffs I would not feel the need to be saved from the flight hour of truth reality sinks in hello I’ve been bound behind a closed door never have been denied now I’m sentenced to life never knowing what for then the words I never thought I’d hear now all I want to know is what the hell just happened here here I stand at the river’s edge dripping wet from the fall the tide is high and the ferry’s delayed to take me back home but the river still runs to the sea drifting my wishes away tomorrow is pain and in time you will hear my say
