And in the end there's only one Staying up late thinking things alone Pretty soon I'll be gone and just the thoughts will dust this town Pretty soon all I've know will be gone I'll sleep in past noon again I never want to grow up towards an end Pretty soon I'll be gone and just the words I'll leave to haunt Pretty soon all I know will begin again So what are we waiting for? Sometimes the mundane days are all that keeps me whole Sometimes I'm me but sometimes I just don't know What are we waiting for? And in the end I'll come around I'll never forget where I come from One by one the days pa**ing like cargo on trains One by one creating history