Why do i live
To go through life at it's pace
Always bending to it's will
Living life like a race to any place
I don't know
I worry about little nothings
Of what should go right
Not waiting like others might
What's my rush in this vacant spot
In an empty parking lot
I guess I'm just waiting for a moment
When I'll know what I'm waiting for
I guess patience can ruin a fool
