in the coming days   i may take to flight   circling the trees   like a bird bound south   always fall back down   on my lazy wings   to the frozen ground   to my apathy      just as sure as the days go short   somehow we're always waiting      in the coming days   don't you be surprised   if i hibernate   if i hide my eyes   if you find me down   some dark hideaway   we could wait around   could watch the shadows change      and just as sure as the days grow short   somehow we're always waiting      so i may call you up   and i may be inclined   to get drunk on words   to be short on time      and just as sure as the days grow short   somehow we're always waiting