I don't know how many more ways there are- to say wake up. Every word seems to arrive after another excuse. Every warning becomes another conversation. Every tomorrow finds somewhere else- to hide. Maybe we have mistaken patience- for duty Maybe we have waited so long that waiting- has become the plan. If not now... when? If not us...who? If not for yourselves... The hardest part isn't changing. It's believing there is still time to choose to. Somewhere between hope and habit... we forgot they were never the same thing. [Instrumental movement. Approx. 0:45. Guitar and piano exchange melodic phrases. Bass remains lyrical. Drums expand naturally without increasing tempo.] If not now...when? If not us...who? If not for yourselves... Perhaps the future has been waiting for an answer we keep expecting someone else to give.
