Testo di The Waiting Home

I'm a man of my word and my mistakes I'm a lost boy caught in my disdain I'm the hair on my head that I can't tame Just a paper on the wall in a small frame I said, ooh, if you're gonna leave Then count me in Well I bury my head in the things I own And my own game is a sinking stone We put money in the things we know But the heavens don't wait for the waiting home Where is the calm in a building tide? Where are the words that I cannot find? What's the feeling I can't describe When I'm flipping out in someone's eyes? Ooh, if you're gonna leave Then count me in I say, ooh, if you're gonna leave Then count me in I bury my head in the things I own And my own game is a sinking stone We put money in the things we know But the heavens don't wait for the waiting home The heavens don't wait for the waiting home The heavens don't wait for the waiting home I say, ooh