Rusted fingers on rusted arms
Rusted ink on rusted paper
Who is looking, watchers watch.
Allow occasion to present it self
I have been waiting
Like tables booked
And to the restaurant
A place reserved
Some where by the window
I have been waiting
For so long so far in time
That curb-webs have
Bequested the spider
To honor build on prime land
On fine prime real estate
Strings pulled from left to right
The cranes out and structures built
Now a company kept with the curb-web
We have both been waiting
Waiting for all this time, longevity on parade
For time has joined the course on pause.
We have been waiting
Waiting waiting waiting
Watching paint dry on this here wall
We have been waiting
Then suddenly a flush spark on light
Sparkles twinkle and motion resolve
Life is no longer on stand still
The machinery of life is back on the wheel
Rusted edges brushed off
Oil in the joints and we are back in motion
