Waiting for the World

Won’t you step down from that throne?
Leave your puppet shows alone
Leave behind your gems and throw
That robe into the fire

Won’t you climb down from that tree?
At least throw down a rope for me
The view is nice, but I haven’t seen
Your face for a year or more

All the disillusionment
All the words that I have bent
Such pretty rhymes, but what use is it?

I was waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me

Can’t we stop playing at these games?
It’s hide and seek with different names
I’m willing to take all the blame
If you’re ready to take my hand

Can’t you look away from the stars?
Keep your telescope and magic cards
Keep your books and dreams and sacred art
But remember to step outside those walls

All the disillusionment
All the words that I have bent
Such pretty rhymes, but what use is it?

I was waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me

I have seen you walking home
Casting shadows, throwing stones
Lips moving, but you’re alone
Trading blows with a former self

All the disillusionment
All the words that I have bent
Such pretty rhymes, but what use is it?

I was waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me
Waiting for the world to come to me