Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire - Wait lyrics

Wait, don't go too early
You're tired but everyone's tired
But no one, no one is tired enough
Only wait a little and listen
Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms weaving all our loves again
Be there to hear it, it's your only chance
You know that hair will become interesting
And pain, pain will become interesting
Second hand gloves will become lovely
Lovely again oh wait, wait for now - ooh
Distrust everything, if you have to
But trust the hours
Haven't they carried you everywhere till now?
Music of hair, music of pain
Music of looms weaving all our loves again
Be there to hear it, it's your only chance
Won't you be there to hear it
It's your only chance
Won't you be there to hear it
It's your onlychance