When I got there they were standing in a line, they said
”Pick a number, its only a matter of time before yours comes”
So I did just that and it wasn’t until when
Many of them said “I’ve stood in this line all my life,” that I
Grew suspicious cutting my teeth on this
Can’t be the way that it is, but I’ve no proof that its not
As I stood there I fell deep into a dream, in it
I remembered singing on a hill for the trees (only for the, just for the trees)
And they clap their leaves, oh how I miss the sound
Could it be this line is too keep my under the ground and I
Made my way through the dirt towards all the things I forgot cause
This can’t be the way that it is and I’ll be proof that its not
Now I have no time for those who prey on earnest intentions
I have no generosity for those who take what’s yet to be guarded
Now I have no time for those who pray and pray, taking no action
Cause I have no intent to spend my life waiting in a line