Will my turn come? Just tell me,
That’s all I need to know,
Just tell me that I’ll get my turn
And then I swear I’ll go.
I can’t stand the uncertainty,
The wondering while I wait,
The worry that I’ll wait too long
And it will be too late.
Or some other impediment
Will rear its unseen head,
I carry it around with me,
This silent, seeping dread.
If you could put my mind at rest
And tell me it’s all fine,
That I’m fretting over nothing,
Now that would be divine.
Just tell me it will be all right
And put my mind at ease,
Time is such a flighty mistress,
The future just a tease.