Mornings, mornings roll around
evenings come and evenings go
nights that pass without a sound
waiting rooms are all I know
evenings come and evenings go
mouth is dry and stomach churns
waiting rooms are all I know
waiting for you to return
mouth is dry and stomach churns;
"Boy is missing, swept away."
Waiting for you to return
maybe just another day
"Boy is missing, swept away."
its hideous finality
maybe just another day
before those words make sense to me
the hideous finality,
nights that pass without a sound
before those words make sense to me,
mornings, mornings roll around.
