Out of Sight

My mom told me to have patience Good things come to those who wait I see every juncture coming While it's here and much too late Tell a twelve year old To keep his sights on stratospheres No moons or stars are in his future You'll confirm his biggest fears He'll end up like his parents Tending meager flames To keep their dreams alive Call for the iron lung His teacher's replaced air with pesticide My mom told me to have patience Good things come to those who wait I see every juncture coming While it's here and much too late When I was sixteen I was a fish I fell hook, line, and sinker They had me on tightropes Juggling pins and peddling their illusions But I made it through I kept my promise And they kept the rug they pulled Go off to college And we promise This time that you'll see it through We'll tell you all of these things And while you're busy Pull you from yourself Roadblocks stand before you Dominoes that fall and reveal truth My mom told me to have patience Good things come to those who wait I see every juncture coming While it's here and much too late Tell me now that after all these years I finally have a choice Tear the cords out from my throat And tell me that I have a voice Tell me now that I can fly With debt in sandbags at my feet I thought rules could set me free But laws keep change just out of sight Just out of sight Just out of sight