The Wait

It is life in slow motion

It's the heart in reverse

It's a hope-and-a-half

Too much and too little at once

It's a train that suddenly

Stops with no station around

And we can hear the cricket leaning

Out the carriage door

Oh, we vainly contemplate

A wind we feel that stirs

The blooming meadows, the meadows

Made imaginary by this stop

It is life in slow motion

It's the heart in reverse

It's a hope-and-a-half

Too much and too little at once