Wait a Moment

Intro

Life's a madhouse nowadays,

Minutes between one need and ten more,

Sometimes, you're living in a daze,

Without the time for your many chores.

Verse 1

You see her standing

And you walk around.

She'll steal that moment

That you barely found.

Pushing her walker,

Pace by pace,

You know that vacant

Look upon her face.

No sympathy

For your time

No harmony

With your prime.

Just a hindrance

To your need.

An obstacle

To your speed.

Chorus

But wait a moment or maybe two.

She

Is You.

She's the mother that you never see.

She's the grandma you'll someday be.

She's the life force that's in your vein

That has not yet reached your brain.

She's the friend you'll recall when you're old.

She's the ancient story you've often told.

She's the memory lost among memories

That is paramount to your histories.

Verse 2

You see him sitting

And push about.

He'll take that minute

Without a doubt.

Wanting to be

Recognized.

At the corner

And agonized.

You've seen that face

A million times

He's guilty of

A hundred crimes

He's a beggar

Who wants to possess.

And he's a thief

Whose life is your stress.

Chorus

But wait a moment or maybe two.

He

Is You.

He's the father that you never see.

He's the grandpapa you'll someday be.

He's the life force that's in your vein

That has not yet reached your brain.

He's the friend you'll recall when you're old.

He's the ancient story you've often told.

He's the memory lost among memories.

That is paramount to your histories.

Verse 2

You see them talking

And you ignore.

They'll take your minute

And maybe more.

Needing to be

Listened to.

With sage advice

That's not for you.

You've heard those words

Throughout your life.

Senseless rambles

You don't know why

They're the elderly,

Invisible in most every way.

Not worth the moment

They try to take.

Chorus

But wait a moment or maybe two.

They

Are You.

They are the parents that you never see.

They are the grandparents you'll someday be.

They are the life force that's in your vein

That has not yet reached your brain.

They are the friends you'll recall when you're old.

They are the ancient stories you've often told.

They are the memories lost among memories.

That is paramount to your histories.

They are the friends you'll recall when you're old.

They are the ancient stories you've often told.

They are the memories lost among memories.

That is paramount to your histories.