If I could again, I would walk at 17
Alone downtown to read the same home street signs
And understand this time beyond roads and maps
The relevance in words' intersections
Names in Dutch, or Anishinaabemowin crossing above
Waste no more time waiting for a light to shine
Waste no more time waiting for the light
Sit in the corner like we always did
Asking older kids for cigarettes
With the sharp skins, and our crust punk friends
Morning glory packet acid trips
And now I know, in clear light, my own worst failings
We're here, too, in a still-new place I have, and do break
Where I stare out paralyzed all day at rain, just waiting
And writing is a referendum on me
But shouldn't I be different now?
Having after that self-destructed slowly my 20s away
Until you came and so life did
But I won't, not now
For everyone and you
With eyes closed, waste time
While victory approaches us
Slowly too, but less slow
I will see it coming
I will help, I hope I will
Now I see three fires in the river back home
Where I have only and never belonged my whole life
Now I see under all three bridges here, only water
And there is so much I do not know
There is so much I do not know
Now I see basements were sanctuaries still
And it was only and more than a song
If we all sang
If we all now see under all three bridges here, only water
That there is only one way that it flows
But there is only one way that it flows
And there is only one way that it flows
Waste no more time waiting for the light to shine
Waste no more time waiting for the light
Waste no more time
Waste no more time
Waiting for the light
Waiting for the light
Waste no more time
