I keep on waiting for a thing to arrive They tell me You keep on waiting I'm afraid you will die I tell them The thing I'm waiting for's a will to survive So help me If I never get out of here alive You'd better hand me the noose Better pay off my dues Now tell me, what's there to lose But your mind? You're always looking for a puzzle to solve It's cute, but There's nothing more than desultory resolve Of course, yet Maybe there's something where the logic dissolves And further We're all just waiting by phones for a call From someone Behind the scenes An orchestrator of dreams A certain someone Who deemed us to be