För den som väntat

The sky holds all our wishes
The dish ran away
with the spoon
the chimney smoke
ties the roofs
to the sky
there´s a hole over head
but it´s only the moon
will there ever be a tree
grown from the seeds I´ve sown
life´s a path lit only
by the light of those I´ve loved

Waits/Brennan 2006