Weeks, Months, Years

And in the end there's only one
Staying up late thinking things alone
Pretty soon I'll be gone and just the thoughts will dust this town
Pretty soon all I've know will be gone

I'll sleep in past noon again
I never want to grow up towards an end
Pretty soon I'll be gone and just the words I'll leave to haunt
Pretty soon all I know will begin again

So what are we waiting for?
Sometimes the mundane days are all that keeps me whole
Sometimes I'm me but sometimes I just don't know
What are we waiting for?

And in the end I'll come around
I'll never forget where I come from
One by one the days passing like cargo on trains
One by one creating history

So what are we waiting for?
Sometimes the mundane days are all that keeps me whole
Sometimes I'm me but sometimes I just don't know
Sometimes I'm me but other times I just don't know
What are we waiting for?