Wait for Cry
by Todd Snider
If I am your stolen mind
It could get back to you
Don't you think that's right
It could get back to you
Don't you think that's right
I don't know how hard you held me
There must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me
There must be a chance you haven't
Fully let go on me
If I am your sickness now
I wouldn't be of a kind
That would let you die
I wouldn't be of a kind
That would let you die
You haven't really told me yet
So it still must be fifty and fifty
on what I'll get
So it still must be fifty and fifty
on what I'll get
If I am your question now
Could as well be a riddle
That only takes some time
Could as well be a riddle
That only takes some time
Still the days are just passing by
Wait for rain, wait for cry
Wait for rain, wait for cry
If I am your wood in where you're lost
The trees could crease
For fields that's opening up
The trees could crease
For fields that's opening up
Still the day is letting me deny
I wait for rain, I wait for cry
I wait for rain, I wait for cry