This song came quick and easy. To some degree, I feel like the entire exercise had escaped my lungs before I knew exactly what I was going on about. Sometimes I find myself in this space attempting to interpret, rather than explaining what I've written.
In this song, I think we've got somebody trying to be steady in a world of impermanence; a character whose Identity is wrapped up in an instinct to be patient, to wait, to last, while the dominant impulse is the opposite. I think patience is proving to be a virtue in our current predicament. We control so little outside of our willingness to hold on.
lyrics
All by myself
I believe what strangers say
All on my own
I'd believe most anything
Down in the soil
Beneath the arrowheads and glass
Down for a while
Beneath assumptions that nothing lasts
I been waiting
I could wait on anything
I'm a number
I'm a ticket
Wait for me
All of my time
On the edges I could dwell
All through my life
Watch the center doing well
I been waiting
I could wait on anything
I'm a constant
I'm rhythm you'd believe
There you are
You're a moment in a moment
Now I see
I'm number
I'm a ticket
Wait for me