The Waiting

I'm not getting any younger This place is getting smaller boy Seems like there ain't nobody to turn to Oh if only I could get myself A little meeting with the stars one night That'd keep me from hurting, if I knew If it was worth waiting I've seen my body, tall and strong, being shackled to my broken brain And my heart being shown a parade of dreams That are never coming true Tired of waiting Been getting ready for a long, long time Chafing just from standing there trying, a thought: "That hunger that breaks you, Might also just redeem you" Not unlike the drunken in the night Who tells the barman "keep 'em coming, alright?" I'm out there fighting demons Which gives purpose to my breathing I see my horse, tired and trembling Being tied by someone else's reins And my heart being shown a parade of dreams That are never coming true