Waiting Songtext
von Café Jacques

Waiting for a telegram that sends me overseas
Waiting for quarantine to end, to know I′m free of disease
Waiting for the money to come, to let me do as I please, oh

My sense of direction seems to have lost the way
What good is dreaming if it doesn't wash your face
Frustrating when you don′t know, it's too soon to tell

Waiting and hoping's made me a poor man
And I′m giving in to hating what I′d love to love the best
Looking back don't make it any easier to see
I′m a victim of circumstances

Waiting for a train that should be standing on number nine
Waiting for a breeze to blow my baby on time
Hurry up, it's getting late, you know it′s dinner at eight, oh


Waiting for the answer just to pop right in my head
Waiting for a .45, to fill me full of lead
Hit my horn 'cause the traffic is slow, I got no place to go

Waiting and hoping′s made me a poor man
And I'm giving in to hating what I'd love to love the best
Looking back don′t make it any easier to see
I′m a victim of circumstances

Waiting for a telegram that sends me overseas
Waiting for quarantine to end, to know I'm free of disease
Waiting for the money to come, to let me do as I please

Waiting and hoping′s made me a poor man
And I'm giving in to hating what I′d love to love the best
Looking back don't make it any easier to see
I′m a victim of circumstances

You gotta wait for me
Wait for me