we find ourselves always waiting
for something we've never had
more time to find our name up in lights
more or less, love at its best

waiting for something to happen
not happy with where we are at
we waste away the wages we make
a secret we have that no one has kept

waiting for a fresh new beginning
happiness before the tragic end
anticipate on the way all the while, while we wait
a hit and a miss being the way that it is

waiting for the inevitable nothing
as nothing has a weight all its own
dragging us down, this emptiness with no sound
as we wait it all out, waiting this out alone