waitin for the answer
Well I’m waitin’ for the answer, I’m waitin’ by a grave.
I’m waitin’ for the answer, next to a lonesome grave.
I’m waitin’ for anything to say how you get saved.
There’s a man comin’ towards me, he’s carryin’ his shoes.
He’s comin’ towards me, carryin’ unused shoes.
He’s leavin’ footprints in the dust, not the kind he can easily lose.
You can ask twenty questions to the boy they call “the answer man.”
That boy’s got all the answers sittin’ right in his hand.
An’ you can look at all the answers to this year’s exam.
But at the end of the day you’re still not sure what you understand.
The universe is gettin’ bigger, everything is movin’ apart.
The universe is gettin’ bigger, everything is movin’ apart.
It makes it so hard to find where your car was parked.
An’ it makes it so hard , honey, to find your heart.
I’m tryin’ to find the answer; I’m walkin’ through dense fog in the woods.
It’s tough to see the answer when you’re walkin’ through dense fog in the woods.
I keep runnin’ into wolves lookin’ for little red riding hood.
They got big mouths, sharp teeth, and they growl.
They got big mouths, sharp teeth, and they growl.
When I ask ‘em what’s for dinner they just rear back and howl.
I’m comin’ face to face with the end of the line.
I’m comin’ face to face with the end of the line.
I ask the man at the gate if I’m doin’ fine.
He looks in the big book and says, “You best ask, “What’s my fine?"
I’m waitin’ for the answer; I’m waitin’ here by a grave.
I’ll take it any way I can get it; I’ll even take a proximity save.
I’m gonna walk on fire tonight, lookin’ for the truth.
I’m gonna walk on fire tonight, lookin’ for the burnin’ truth.
I'm gonna test the spirit of the soul, gotta get me some fireproof boots.
There’s wedding bells ringin’ out there in the sun.
There’s wedding bells ringin’, there’s gonna be some fun.
I take hold of my honey, and say, “Well, how come?”
The ocean’s big, it’s deep and there’s room for sins.
The ocean’s big enough to hold a bathtub full of sins.
Tried to wash mine away in my bathtub but they couldn’t fit in.
It can turn wicked out there just when you think it’s for the best.
It can turn cold out there just when you think it’s blessed.
You think you’re wearin’ opera clothes but you’re standin’ there all undressed.
And the emperor, his clothes are there to stay.
Yeah the king, he’s takin’ his clothes all the way.
An’ you standin’ in the courtyard naked as a jay.
Well I thought I'd know how it all turn out in the end.
I thought I’d lose the very last bit of let’s pretend.
But it’s gotten so dark, I can’t tell the start from the end.
I’ve lost my way; I keep lookin’ for it in the night.
I’ve lost my way; they say you can only find it on a dark night.
But I didn’t eat all my carrots so I can only see in the light.
Well the dust’s pilin’ up, pilin’ up in my room.
Yeh there’s dust pilin’ up, fillin’ up my room.
There’s got to be an answer somewhere in this tomb.
I could sweep it all away, honey, if you’d just hand me your broom.