Stuart Wicke Band - The Waiting

I load the program on my phone to find some proof that I have ever been known
Some concert footage, some rubber plants, some year's first snowfall and a high school dance
A thousand memories at once

With all the distance in between folded over to conceal the seams
Fooling myself with everyone else, misrepresenting any truth I had to tell
And all the hours on the shelf

Always underestimating, I guess I shouldn't be surprised
Feels like I'm accelerating, moving only with the tides

I wash up on some foreign shore, no indication of what came before
A secret life in some other land, lived in a language that I still don't understand
All in the palm of my hand

It's getting kind of nauseating, no I never could decide
Always overcompensating, still never satisfied
Having trouble concentrating, most days I never touch the floor
Tired of the constant waiting, what will it all be for

Written by:
Stuart Wicke

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