Tired Hands - The Last Bison

You stayed an hour

From where I once laid

With back on the grass

And feet where it was paved

Where water mixed in

With the rust and decay

You slept while I wept

You slept

I wept

Waiting

Praying

Twenty-four hours of waiting is not that long (Hey)

But dear, as the light starts to fading

My heart grows fond (Hey)

Its a product of absence I’m sure

Still I over-analyze (Hey)

A day without words makes me wonder

If your fingers grew tired

If you misplaced the wires

Under the water

Out the other side

We were intercepted

By fathers and scribes

With burnt offerings

We had finally arrived

You slept while I wept

You slept

I wept

Waiting

Praying