The Waiter
 作词 : Jack Antonoff
 作曲 : Jack Antonoff
 Wake up tonight and write down what you saw
 Who bent the trees and who called the cops?
 What was that field where your whole life swirled like a rodeo?
 Flying colors through the heart

 You got this notion that time's gonna stop
 That the winds are gonna change and tell you what you're not
 But oh, everybody's only told you what you're not
 You heard too much

 So you charter the city and the falling of snow
 You think you're alive but you know how it goes
 A moment of beauty till the darkness shows
 Till black mountains grow on these sidewalks you know

 And oh, there's that notion that time oughta stop
 That the winds are gonna come and tell you what you're not
 But oh, everybody's always telling you what you're not
 You heard too much

 All of these dreams, yeah, you wrote them up
 All of these dreams, you wrote them up
 So when you cry like you do, you still know what you ignored
 You can cry what you want but that floor's still the floor

 And hey, there's that notion that time's on a slip
 That the wind's in your hands and the world sees your ship
 But oh, when has the world, has the world ever seen you for what you give?
 You seen too much