Waiting

Seems no matter what I do

I end up standing in line

I find myself in another queue

Give me some cheese for my wine

It doesn't matter where you go

It's always the same old thing

Feels like roots will begin to grow

When it's winter it will soon be spring

Caught in another traffic jam

The bank teller's broken a nail

You know I really don't give a damn

The cheque is in the mail

They said they'd pay me yesterday

I know it's always late

Just another wasted day

You've got to hurry up and wait

Waiting, waiting, always someone in front of you

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting, it's something I hate to do

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Take a number, stand in line

That's what you must do

I've had enough, I have no time

Won't you tell me something new?

The waiting game has its rules

That you can't defy

I always seem to lose my cool

I'll be waiting until I die

Waiting, waiting, always someone in front of you

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting, it's something I hate to do

Waiting, waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting