We Who Wait

Lyrics

Who wait in the café and magazine Who wait for morning or fag machine Who leave it all unfinalized And undecided We who wait Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell Who wait for illness to take its toll Who wait for God knows what sometimes It's not clear to We who wait I have been dancing in the pity arcade I'll hug the symbols of my apathy And hog the taste of anarchy and animosity It's a means of escape For those of us who wait Who wait in drinking and lost career Who wait for letter or high summer Who want some kind of clue It's just not two plus two to We who wait We who wait We who wait We who wait Now, waiting