waiting place

this is a place where you can wait.
put down your phone, just put it away.
put out your smoke, you don't need it today.
this is a place where you can wait.
you don't know what for,
of course you don't.
you haven't stopped in weeks or months.
you haven't looked up, you've tumbled and spun,
you know what i mean, that stumbling run from
point to point blank space, always moving on
quick shift to the next face, walking like a car chase,
stop for a minute:
this is a place where you can wait.

this is the time that it takes.
a moment so long you could hold it in your hand,
take it to the river and dream as you stand there,
counting the ripples and shifts in the air.
this is the time that it takes.
you don't know how long,
of course you don't.
this isn't gonna be an instantaneous fix for you,
a quick-step, shuffle-up, shake it and mix it new
no, not this time.
this is the time that it takes.

this is a place where you can wait.
you can stay here, breathe here, face up to your own fear,
you've no fucking clue what's coming round the corner,
you don't know what to do,
there's a brewing storm here,
chaos, unknown, where should you turn?
you've so many questions, you're so confused,
you're lost and it's making you so ashamed,
but this is a time when you will change.
this is a place where you can wait.
stay in this place and it's unclear shapes.
you have to get lost to find your way.

this is the time that it takes.
a moment so fine it could crumble and break
if you take it by the hand,
so handle it with care,
you could take it anywhere,
stop and stare,
count the moving shifts in the air,
listen to the layers of sense unfold,
listen to your heart, its tales untold.
give it some time, the time that it takes.
don't be afraid to stay in this place.
this chaos is your only safe.

this is a place where you can wait.
this is the time that it takes.