Strings (A.C. Newman)

I'm the star of a book you wrote before Your career was illustrious. Though only renters & college kids came through Skipped through to the end To see if you Got help from someone there Up on high Who may have heard the beat It's faint cry. I could do things for you, I could do things for you All the reasons I always dreamed of school I just dropped out and left them there. It was always the fabulous stain on On my reputation for Opening doors And selling arts and crafts From the floor Lately I notice much no more We've been waiting for you We've been waiting for you I'm not like you, I don't respect You were doing yourself I'm not like you, I don't respect You were doing yourself Did some orphans lament get heard one night? Pinball through moons and time Went through some harmless darkness Bounce off stars And knock into some wall waiting on Or was it just some times or some proof Until we learned some obvious truth We’ve been waiting for you We’ve been waiting for you I'm not like you, I don't respect You were doing yourself I'm not like you, I don't respect You were doing yourself