As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter,
through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land,
you say you don't believe a thing i say, i say you don't believe a thing.
you say you can't believe how i don't understand.
But i know that you will be waiting,
oh i know that you will be waiting,
oh i know you will be waiting,
waiting there for me.
You say you cannot live with me, you need your own identity,
and now we air our laundry on national tv.
and so you hate my arrogance, my smothering and sitting on the fence,
but i'm afraid of the hard permanence of letting you go free.
But i know that you will be waiting,
oh i know that you will be waiting,
oh i know you will be waiting,
waiting there for me.
I'm so sick of fighting and that effigy you're lighting,
looks an awful lot like someone whose name i just can't quite place.
and though you say it's not supposed to be me or any entity,
still through the flames and smoke i see i recognize that face.
But i know that you will be waiting,
oh i know that you will be waiting,
oh i know you will be waiting,
waiting there for me.
And you were someone who would always tell me things i don't know,
and tell me where to go. but there i'll always go
always go there, whether or not you're waiting.
i don't care if you'll be waiting.
but please say that you will be waiting there for me.
Don't you ever leave me...
don't leave...