Texty: Vienna Teng. Waking Hour. Decade And One.

Once when I was thirty one, I woke in the dead of night
And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside
Slipped downstairs in my bare feet, soon forgotten freezing
And pour a milk glass full to wait out the tide

It's been a decade and one
Been a decade and one, my friends
A decade and one, since I

As the white went down, I thought of the child upstairs
I thought of the God upstairs that I couldn't believe
I thought of the chosen man asleep on his side of the bed
How green becomes wood in a family tree

Been a decade and one
Been a decade and one, so soon
A decade and one, since I stood
So proud and so unsure

Ebony glowing by the window there as always
Fingers kissed the keys, oh so tenderly
Cool ivory returned in kind

I thought of anger and adulation
And the taste of dreams realized
And the waste dreams realized leave behind

Decade and one, a decade and one
I said out loud, a decade and one
And I am here and I am here still standing