Lyrics:

Baby, I am waiting for a ride

and it may take some time,

but you know I would fly if I could fly,

climb if I could climb and my dreams,

as everything with me, are just like that,

where I see the place I need to be

but not the way there.



Cause all the things that we have seen

are all the things we want to show.

But all the things that we have seen

are not always the things we ever really know.



Baby, this is such a pretty mess.

My little monkey wrench.

And it sits where all the machinists

can examine it.

And thats fine, I like reading their minds

as they're figuring odds and times.

It's pointless, but it's fine.

There's nothing to find.



Cause all the things that we have seen

are all the things we want to show.

But all the things that we have seen

are not always the things we ever really know.