Bleachers The Waiter Lyrics
Wake up tonight and write down what you saw
Who bent the trees and who called the cops?
What was that field where your whole life swirled like a rodeo?
Flying colors through the heart
You got this notion that time’s gonna stop
That the winds are gonna change and tell you what you’re not
But oh, everybody’s only told you what you’re not
You heard too much
So you charter the city and the falling of snow
You think you’re alive but you know how it goes
A moment of beauty till the darkness shows
Till black mountains grow on these sidewalks you know
And oh, there’s that notion that time oughta stop
That the winds are gonna come and tell you what you’re not
But oh, everybody’s always telling you what you’re not
You heard too much
All of these dreams, yeah, you wrote them up
All of these dreams, you wrote them up
So when you cry like you do, you still know what you ignored
You can cry what you want but that floor’s still the floor
And hey, there’s that notion that time’s on a slip
That the wind’s in your hands and the world sees your ship
But oh, when has the world, has the world ever seen you for what you give?
You seen too much