Maybe what I believed was love was somethin' more like immaturity
Maybe the you I held on to was not the same girl that said goodbye to me
The plains shine in the winter sun it blinds your eyes but doesn't melt the snow
And I'm still waitin' for the right time to let go

Maybe what I believed was art was something more like infidelity
Though I stand before a sunset I'm painting the same old cemetery
And the same dead bride's alluring face is on every canvas in my studio
And I'm still waitin' for the right time to let go

Maybe what I believed was pride was something more like insecurity
Everywhere I go why is everyone talkin' about me?
I'll give your courtesy another name and let you sit beside me on my throne
While I'm still waitin' for the right time to let go

Maybe what I believed was faith was somethin' more like insincerity
I've broken every promise to the shepherd that still lets me tend his sheep
I met a fisherman who asked me if I'd follow him and sell everything I own
But I'm still waitin' for the right time to let go
Yea I'm still waitin' for the right time to let go