Gather yourself, up 'til now there's been no clue.
The awakening will be swift and harsh and rude.
And it won't be what you know, and it won't be what you'd expect.
And it will carry with it the force of fear-inspiring wreck.
This keeps me up all night, makes me pass the day in bed.
And it's caused me such grief, it's been months since I've bled.
But I will do what is right, I will do what's expected.
No, I won't be chastised, and I won't be rejected.

But I will wait for you to come around.
And I will wait for you to change your mind.
And I will give you your last chance over and over a thousand times.

I wanted to be your shelter, I wanted to be your home.
I wanted to be your reason, and have that reason made known.
So no one would know all by weakness, no would hear what I'm thinking.
I am the biggest coward they call the woman of the hour.

Doing eighty miles an hour, I roll the window down.
And with the freedom heavy on the air I felt that I would drown
And everything is different, and though freedom had its price.
A poor man’s Joan of Arc, through the ashes still I rise.
‘Cause I did wait for you to come around
And I did wait, for you to change your mind
And I did give you your one last chance over and over a thousand times
And I will live out of love, and I will act out of fairness
And I will be the richness that lies beneath the surface of awareness.