I'm in the middle of age
With no meter to gauge desperation
That rages in my heart
I go forth without coming
To terms with the waning desire
That's fading in me
I'm the man with the hole
With songs that he stole
Playing role after role in the dark
I am home I am sick
With no flowers to pick
While the walls grow thick around me
Wait 'til it's over before you come in
Wait 'til it's over lest you be swept by the battles within
I have revised and updated
Summed up and weighed
Every human excuse
Being human
I welcome a stranger
Who can never be sure
The unknown will lure him even
What pretends to be sane
Will always remain
An unending game to be driven
What elects to be fact
Will always be back
To bite you and get even
Wait 'til it's over before you come in
Wait 'til it's over lest you be swept by the battles within
Where does the winter belong?
If the heart of the strong
Is now weakened with each passing season
Where is the heart which is gold?
The clothes which you fold
Might have left it in the pocket
I will stay I'll remain
Maybe play another game
Wait until it's over
It is strange that you lack the courage to turn back
It's never too late to discover
Wait 'til it's over before you come in
Wait 'til it's over lest you be swept by the battles within