Waiting

Well the Devil's finally let me be, after
all that dancing by the deep blue sea.
The hammer dropped,
but the bullet never came.
My ghosts of midnight still
come round to call out my name.
So now I'm waiting, waiting,
playing the age old game.
Walking on the edge,
where the beauty is so rare.
Shedding selves as I move on,
down to my bones without care.
But my demons follow close behind, and catch
my tracks it's true.
I'm headed halfway home,
not good for much, but
that's only half true-
'cause all that I'm good for
is waiting for you.