I'm waiting for the paint to dry,
meanwhile I'm asking who and why.
Now you don't understand,
or maybe you just never can.
Well that's alright, but if you ever can,
just let me know what it might mean.
But everyday is a step unseen my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

When I was a young boy,
so much younger then I care to enjoy.
Every calender I ever did touch,
well it was a paper and didnt mean much.
Now I know so many dates and days.
Some I adore and some give my gaze a glaze.
But everyday is a step in a maze my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

What's more?
And what's less in this mess?
So far as I can see the car,
is stopped at the light,
and I don't see another in sight.
I don't need to wonder where we are,
no matter where, we are under your shining star.
But everday is a step on a rope so tight my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

At times it seems,
that our lives are fabric.
And at times there are rips in seams,
and we can always fix a small tick.
But you can't fix a rip my dear,
because this store has no patch.
Don't you fear it though,
in time you will learn to sow.
But everyday is a step in deep snow my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

Nights, days, and the midsummer blaze.
These are the environments,
and the subtle hints.
That I need her so bad,
because when it was her I had.
Well these things were gentle stings,
because I had her to break them with me.
Now it appears, for the sake of my darkest fears,
that I must go through time without her sublime.
But everyday is a step that takes years my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.