If you wait for the perfect time to do
That thing you were going to do
That action you were planning, those words you thought to
Speak, the steps you wanted to dance
Hold on.
Just stop pretending.
You know as well as I do that the perfect time is never coming.
It’s like waiting for angels to descend
Or water turn to wine
Its not in the offing.
When you wait for the perfect time you wait forever
All the while saying to yourself
The time is just not right
Not quite perfect
Saying to yourself
It’s only fair to wait for the perfect moment
Depicted by this graph, this study, this dream, this palmistry fortune
As foretold by a Romany woman in a particularly colorful caravan
And you think, I wanted to wait for a better opportunity anyway so
I will be patient
The perfect time will come
I have faith.
