Waiting Room

Lyrics

Waiting in line Passing the time reading four month old magazines The pale walls given life by the florescent lights Exposing stains in the carpeting And sitting at my side this mockery of life: A plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor No one makes a sound But the sirens seeping through the space between the door and the floor Well there's nothing left to say The word's just collapse into Colorful waves in the spectrum of sound And it's easy on the ears And it's nice to hear But it doesn't mean a thing No it doesn't mean a thing The silence breaks Like a small earthquake shattering the calm - it's my name The familiar scent of sterile instruments Filters out from inside the hallway Your chin falls towards your lap, you know you can't come back Just one more thing to make this a little bit harder You'll wait for the turn out Until then a sense of doubt hangs in the air like grief in a funeral parlor Well there's nothing left to say The word's just collapse into Colorful waves in the spectrum of sound And it's easy on the ears And it's nice to hear But it doesn't mean a thing No it doesn't mean No it doesn't mean No it doesn't mean a thing So tell me I'm okay with no areas of gray Tell me I can go, just don't say you don't know Because there's nothing I can't take like these areas of gray So tell me I'm okay