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.