Brook & Waxing Songtext
von WHY?

Pray hard like a pious pope
But hope for no diamonds.
If some divine Simon spoke
Or came down to find us--
Caught here in our lab coats,
But without a science--
Would we see light?
I might decide,


While I′m a live I'll feel alive,
And what′s next I guess I'll
Know when I've gotten there.

Am I careful til past dull?
Will be, is, or has been?
Hope I′m waxing as in half-full,
Lit-wick candles lasting. Born
Lonesome, bald, and bashful
With a nastinnati accent.
On the East Side.
Oh, I can decide,


While I′m a live I'll feel alive,
And what′s next I guess I'll
Know when I′ve gotten there.