Wait for the word now three months Days go fast and days go slow Gone to the seed now, thrown out Similarly, here we go Now I heard you claimed dibs on the sauce But you won't even put hands in the sauce It'll come across in the recount Now they're singing theirs songs in the halls But you've got your ears closed It'll come across in the recount In the recount, when my truth is plain, and my reason sound In the recount, from the tower top we will bring it down I walked both the bridges tonight I walked both the bridges tonight But I couldn't find my center Couldn't find my center tonight Tired of these old beats Tired of these old beats But if I think about trust and I keep my hands full, I know And if I watch a body fall and we run to meet them, I know And if I put it into words like a ladder laid out, I know It'll come across in the recount Waiting on that new growth