you’d think, by now, I’d learn theres no reward
no change for the martyr that nobody asked for
a self-fulfilling prophecy assures
we’re all left craving more
on glowin slow dance floors
take time
be content to wait in line
pull the wool and you might find
their audience nice
but its a lie
and it’s a waste
we’ve got an eye
we have our place
unsure we’ll win
so lets begin
the papers kept me ready on my toes
my burning interest shows, the passion for my foes
they say we’re living in a fairytale
a quiet fight won’t sell
so riot will prevail
take time
be content to wait, its fine
pull the wool and you won’t mind
seven years gone by
without a dime
without a page
but I’ve got time
and got no shame
a decade spent
just observin’
take time
be content to watch and whine
pull the wool, and please don’t cry
everything is fine
but it’s a lie
and it’s all fake
we’ll have our time
we’ll find our place
no excuses
so lets do this