Waiting

Watching for the bus on a rainy day

Never will it come or it seems that way

Waiting and waiting

Always we’re waiting

Now a good friend is late again

Know that they’re coming but you never know when

It seems it’s like this almost all the time

So damn annoying yet our favorite pastime

Guess we’ve nothing better to do than wait

Lying there hoping for the phone to ring

Ain’t thinking nothing not doing a thing

  Same old story and you know it quite well

Why do we do it well I still can’t tell

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