I must be wasted on the waiting I was wondering about a home A fable painted, is it my creation I guess I was chasing what I do not know L've been seeking some assurance And coming back to old ceremonies I see my old friends and they seem to find it But I'm still seeking my own home I spent my summers on incantations I put my tongue in to tell and taste But I went back there Where I was younger Where they re just waiting On the waste I do not want freedom to be bound up L just want to believe This void will close But still it's yawning, To gap like canyons But still I'm seeking Somewhere to go I must be waisted On the waiting L been wondering If I will see The fable painted Through my confusion Where everything is soothing And everything is free I had a first time, I had forgiveness I had an answer But I had to go Is there one path maybe But I need a clear sign Light me a beacon So I can know