Waiting Room

I was away when I heard the news my brother called me up from the damned waiting room I got a ticket to ride back home my mind was racing in fear of the unknown I saw a dry barren land all looked so lifeless and bland on my way wait up before you cross the lake down by the ocean we hoped to build a house tune into the sound of waves and watch the sun go down riding along the open road in a haze it only took hours but felt like many days I saw a dry barren land all looked so lifeless and bland the road into town seemed so long the bird’s sang a sad sad song on my way wait up before you cross the lake