I keep hoping for a change of pace
When I'm the one who's walking
I keep wishing for some silence
When I'm the one who's talking
I keep hoping for opportunity
When the day is mine for taking
I keep wishing for a change
When tomorrows mine for making
I keep wishing for a remedy
When the medicine is in my hand
I keep looking for some color
But I'm just being bland
I keep wishing for an ending
when the story is mine for writing
So I will pick up my pen
And, like a stake
Drive it straight through my heart
Ink, like blood in my veins
