Waiting On The Weather

(álbum: Songs From A Sketchbook, Pt. 1 - 2016)

I'm fresh with a fever
Feeling on top like I can't come down
And I swore I would never
Find gold here this deep in the ground

I got used to believing
Fortune favors the fools and fakes
But I'm done with complaining
I'm getting up now while the world is fast asleep

By the time that the sun's up
I'll be heading up the west coast
Not waiting on the weather
Not waiting for the wind to change
By the time that the sun's up
I'll be heading for the future
I'm not waiting on the weather
Not waiting one more damn day

I'm flush with a daydream
Feeling the stars are within my reach
And I hear what they're saying
But maybe that's why they will never be

More than what they are now
A dull corpse bleeding endlessly
And I'm done with the fadeout
I'm getting up now while the world is fast asleep

I won't stay in a graveyard
Give in to the cold dirt
I won't stay in the silence
And leave it all up to fate
I won't wait on a rescue
Or look back in the rear view
I know now that it kills me
Waiting for the wind to change
Not waiting for the wind to change