Waiting For The One That Never Comes
Writhing in my sleep
In a dream
I toss and turn
My ghosts are chasing me again
There’s a wick
I let it burn
I am walking through a doorway
To the corner of my mind
I see memories of you
You know
It happens all the time
I am waiting for your footsteps
I am waiting for your breath
I am waiting for this moment
Because, I have nothing left
The angels, they won’t help me out
The watchman’s on a break
The lighthouse keeper went back down
The bell don’t ever ring
I am waiting for the morning
I am waiting for the sun
I keep waiting for an answer
And the one that never comes
There’s a journal on a table
Where I wrote it on a page
There’s a song that I will sing to you
One very special day
There’s a terrace
On the ocean
Where I stand and call your name
There’s a song
Inside my head
You know
It never sounds the same
I am waiting for your footsteps
I am waiting for your breath
I am waiting for this moment
Because, I have nothing left
The angels, they won’t help me out
The watchman’s on a break
The lighthouse keeper went back down
The bell don’t ever ring
I am waiting for the morning
I am waiting for the sun
I keep waiting for an answer
And the one that never comes
A broken guitar in the corner
There’s a fiddle with no strings
There’s a horn that’s old and tarnished
And that’s all tomorrow brings
There’s a place that I will follow you
Where the music plays again
I keep waiting for my rescue
But it has not happened yet
I am waiting for your footsteps
I am waiting for your breath
I am waiting for this moment
Because, I have nothing left
The angels, they won’t help me out
The watchman’s on a break
The lighthouse keeper went back down
The bell don’t ever ring
I am waiting for the morning
I am waiting for the sun
I keep waiting for an answer
And the one that never comes
JG Cannady 11/02/23
