Waiting in the wings
Wishing that the band would
start to play
As the show begins
Wonder what the critics have
to say
Waiting
Waiting
For the verdict
Some people live so fast
They're so scared of getting
old
Some people keep on working
All they do is line their
graves with gold
We don''t know what happens
when we die
We only know we die too soon
But we have to try or else
our world becomes a waiting room
Would you testify for me?
I think I'd do the same for
you
Waiting in the dark
Waiting for the phone to ring
all day
My witness disappears
Wonder what the jury has to
say
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Marco Giunco |
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