Don't call it Defeatist I don't want it I need it All cog in Machine it So long as That feeds it Too fond of To see it Too absent To leave it But I'm patiently waiting for My windfall to come I'm patiently waiting for My savior to come Impatiently waiting for A savior to come There's perfect symmetry in shapes Inside my heart And I will take them to my grave Win or lose; it's not up to me I put my feet up in the air Will you hold them still for me Notice how the tables and the chairs Tend to float But I'm patiently waiting for Rainfall to come I'm patiently waiting for Savior to come Impatiently waiting for Savior to come