I'd been waiting all the morning slowly doing time
I was feeling fine
sitting out on the veranda
I took some wine to turn my mind from you
and that it did do
she was there but undiscovered
Christopher Columbus I was soon to be
but Spanish queens like their possessions
So the treasure it was lost to me c'est la vie
I'm still waiting I'm still searching
I still believe in something somewhere sometime.
I am ready willing and able
to believe in something somewhere
sometime later on in the illusion of conquering my own confusion
Smashing away in the darkness with no idea just what it all means
Was it unreal and how did you feel
what did I steal except my own ideals.