waiting on the weather

i'm fresh with a fever, feeling on top like i can't come down, and i swore i would never, find gold here this deep in the ground, i got used to believing, fortune favors the fools and fakes, but i'm done with complaining, i'm getting up now while the world is fast asleep, by the time that the sun's up, i'll be heading up the west coast, not waiting on the weather, not waiting for the wind to change, by the time that the sun's up, i'll be heading for the future, i'm not waiting on the weather, not waiting one more damn day, i'm flush with a daydream, feeling the stars are within my reach, and i hear what they're saying, but maybe that's why they will never be, more than what they are now, a dull corpse bleeding endlessly, and i'm done with the fadeout, i'm getting up now while the world is fast asleep, i won't stay in a graveyard, give in to the cold dirt, i won't stay in the silence, and leave it all up to fate, i won't wait on a rescue, or look back in the rear view, i know now that it kills me, waiting for the wind to change, not waiting for the wind to change