Waiting

What am I waiting for?
For the sun to set?
For the moon to rise?
For the heartaches, headaches, and lies?
So much has gone unsaid and what was said has gone undone.
How long must I wait?
'Til the show ends,
'Til the curtain falls,
'Til the trumpets sound as the horsemen calls.
So much has gone undone and what was done made no difference.
Where must I go?
To the purple mountains,
To the places I haven't seen,
To heaven and hell,
And the void in between.
What made a difference,
No one noticed and what they noticed made no sense.
Who am I?
Am I the villain?
Or the hero?
Am I the "chosen one"?
Or just a zero?
What made sense,
Didn't matter and what mattered couldn't be.
Why do I have this feeling?
This frustration and temptation,
This fatal attraction,
This slow-wit and delayed reaction.
What had been,
Didn't please me and what pleases me will never come.
I will always be waiting...
For what?
I don't know,
But I'll always wait...
For the sun to set,
For the moon to rise,
For the heartaches, headaches, and lies.