Take the time and I’ll take your name
Though I’m not one for the waiting game
So I’ll write it down
Though the songs they all sound the same

And I find myself waiting at a station
I find myself waiting on you
I find myself waiting on tables of poets
Writing verses but none of them new
I find myself

Jackie’s hands were black and blue
The Brooklyn fans were screaming too
So he caught the wind
And gave hope to those who sinned
And played a fool
Now he’d be screaming too

And I find myself waiting for a change up
I find myself waiting for a sign
I find myself turning that corner ahead, going home but I know it’s not mine
I find myself, yeah I find myself

(instrumental)

And I wander, wander, wonder what I’m saying
I wander, wander, wanna lend a hand
Though the blind may lead the blind
I know a good man’s hard to find in this great land

Sarah’s arms were full of dirt
She was digging holes to hide the hurt
If she dug em well
She’d send those bastards down to hell
Where they would learn
It was Jackie’s turn

And I find myself waiting for justice
I find myself hoping for peace
I find myself caught in a nation of battlegrounds, where no one will call the police
I find myself, yeah I find myself

And I wander, wander, wonder what I’m saying
I wander, wander, wanna lend a hand
Yeah I wander, wander, wonder what I’m saying
Oh and I wander, wander, wanna lend a hand
Though the blind may lead the blind
I know a good man’s hard to find
So I find myself