There must be something in the signs we're reading
There must be something in the story of our history
When will you start to take the time you're needing?
When will I start to heed the lessons of my history?
Well, I saw it coming
Them knocking down the windows when all that you wanted was someone to wake you in the morning
Do you still wear the robes of all the dreams you wove or do you cast them aside when you're through?
I've been waiting for the answer
I slept in the shadow of your father
I saw his work and I don't want his history
Well you sought the counsel of your mother
You heard her stories and you saw your history
And she still remembers
Them knocking down the windows when all that she wanted was someone to hold her when the night came
Does she still wear the robes of all the dreams she wove or does she cast them aside when she's through?
I've been waiting for the answer
There must be something in the story of our history
When will you start to take the time you're needing?
When will I start to heed the lessons of my history?
Well, I saw it coming
Them knocking down the windows when all that you wanted was someone to wake you in the morning
Do you still wear the robes of all the dreams you wove or do you cast them aside when you're through?
I've been waiting for the answer
I slept in the shadow of your father
I saw his work and I don't want his history
Well you sought the counsel of your mother
You heard her stories and you saw your history
And she still remembers
Them knocking down the windows when all that she wanted was someone to hold her when the night came
Does she still wear the robes of all the dreams she wove or does she cast them aside when she's through?
I've been waiting for the answer