Coming Undone

Where will we go when we are done? Will we feel

glad for all that suffering we've known? Will it make sense

when we reach the end? Or will it just start all over again?

And though I try to run straight, I can't help on some days,

feeling like I've got both feet off the ground. 'Cause I waited for you,

and I'm waiting on you. It's the call that never comes.

Hold me now, I'm coming undone. The pleasures we get along the way,

they make up for it most, beyond these ordinary days. Where does the