waiting for the show

to tell
the truth
i don't have a clue
what is this
what is going on

there's me
and you
with all that we do
and then flash
we are gone

it's amazing
contemplating
all that
i don't know

such a strange thing
so frustrating
i'm waiting
for the show

when i'm old
and i'm grey
will i still feel this way
or will i
understand

hey sky
hey sea
this cold city breeze
don't say
what i am

i feel so alone
won't anybody come
and bring me home?