waiting for my time
on a street corner
loose change in my lining
waiting waiting waiting
waiting waiting waiting
for something to happen
well my time might
well my time might
well has been & gone
when i was waiting
on a street corner
field dirt in my boots
waiting waiting waiting
waiting waiting waiting
for something to happen
well my time might be right now
well my time might be right now
this coffee & kitchen chair
this sand in my hands
& i notice
& i notice
too late ?
too late !
nah / whatever
tomorrow never looked so fine
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