Waiting for the winds of change to sweep the clouds away.
Waiting for the rainbow's end to cast its gold your way.
Countless ways, you pass the days.
Waiting for someone to come and turn your world around.
Looking for an answer to the questions you have found.
Looking for an open door.
Well, you don't get something for nothing.
You can't have freedom for free.
You won't get wise with the sleep still in your eyes,
No matter what your dream might be.
-- Neil Peart, Rush
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain....
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand
and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean
security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't
promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain for plans....