ANN MARIE NACCHIO
Waiting For
Ten to eight in the morning is when I woke up when I checked what the time was in France
They’re six hours ahead so I got out of bed drank some coffee and read the advance
Found my record collection and put on some Janis Joplin and I began dance
Thought about it some more as I walked out the door and I figured I’d give it a chance
Quarter to 2 in the afternoon I found myself at the park in the rain
As I strolled along singing the saddest of songs I felt myself start to go insane
As I thought about what I should have said what I will say when I see you again
And how much of myself left me when you did, and how much of you will remain
At dinnertime I wonder why the girls in Spain are better than I
And I stare at my plate and I sit and I sigh
Why I can’t close my eyes and no longer see you and your
Head High, feet firm on the floor
Your pride running over you walked out the door and you
Promised you wouldn’t look back anymore
So what am I waiting for
As I falter and stumble my way to my house post-another long night at the bar
I laugh to myself at how foolish I’ve been, how it’s crazy it’s gotten this far
Then about 4 am I fall into my yard and I pick out my favorite star
And I smile and say, “Hey, it’s sure a new day” and quietly wonder where you are
What time is it in Norway? Have things been goin your way?
I smile to myself when I look at my shelf at my favorite picture
But then I remember your
Head High, feet firm on the floor
Your pride running over you walked out the door and you
Promised you wouldn’t look back anymore
Head High, feet firm on the floor
Your pride running over you walked out the door and you
Promised you wouldn’t look back anymore
Head High, feet firm on the floor
Your pride running over you walked out the door and you
Promised you wouldn’t look back anymore
Head High, feet firm on the floor
Your pride running over you walked out the door and you
Promised you wouldn’t look back anymore
So what am I waiting for?
What am I waiting for?
Oh waiting for