the long wait
Well you thought you could see all about me
Just from the way that I walk.
You thought it was clear by being near
And just hearing the way that I talk.
You thought it was done that your view had won
By how I comb my hair.
You thought you could tell really well
Just by the clothes that I wear.
Well one of these days through your mind’s haze
You’ll see what I’m really all about.
And that’s when you’ll know it takes the end of the show
T' see how it all plays out.
I know it looked just like I took
All the money and ran.
I know it seemed that only in a dream
Could it be another’s hand.
Something is missing but I swear I was fishing
With a bunch of worms in a can.
And the fish would testify if it hadn’t been fried
With butter in our tempered pan.
But one of these days you'll see there’s many ways
For the truth to shout.
And that’s when you’ll know it takes the end of the show
T' see how it all plays out.
I know you felt I had a money belt
Stuffed with what belongs to you.
That it didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to see me leave home
Wearing everything that's new.
You feel you know my thoughts so everything ought
To fit together perfectly.
But sometimes in life there is a knife
That cuts unevenly.
Two women, one baby; King said, “Maybe,
We’ll cut it and give you each half.”
One said, “ok” the other said, “No way,
I want to hear that child’s laugh.”
You don‘t need to concede right and wrong
Or not go to the ball
But as Antony said when Cesar lay dead,
“A brute's “the most unkindest cut of all.”
It don’t matter to you if you ever knew
What it takes to see it all.
Then don’t be depressed that you never guessed
There’s something behind a wall.
One of these days you'll see there’s many ways
To embrace doubt.
And that’s when you’ll know it takes the end of the show
T' see how it all plays out.