Featured on the Lo-Life Recordings/Dreamy Soundz cassette compilation, "Group Therapy" vol. 1.
Wait for the stereo to make a sound that you want to hear more than train whistles blowing far from your ears.
You can wait for your petty goals to cross themselves off of your list, like a nightclub that's more a bore than a wait in its line is.
Yeah, maybe then we won't be so restless like we have been, it takes more and more each day just to get the weight lifted from these heavy eyelids.
I never want to bitch like this but I'm not sorry and if there comes a time I change my mind, I'll try to sing this song right but it doesn't look like tonight.
Wait for some chemical float. You could wait for another syringe or for a 401K/deathbed/coffin.
Weight isn't in your soul, its in these rusting body-prisons that we keep our souls detained in, Schlepping useless baggage.
I never want to bitch like this and I know its not as bad as it sounds like it is but I'm not sorry and if there comes a time I change my mind, I'll try to sing this song right. I'll try to sing this song right but it doesn't look like tonight..
O' darling, the stars are falling for you.