Waiting for the Day

Every dog has his day they say, well, I’m still waiting for mine

You work and slave, you break your back and you’re still at the end of the line

You give and you give till there’s nothing left, but that’s just what it takes

So you pick yourself up, push on ahead and hope you catch a break

WAITING FOR THE DAY

WAITING, WAITING FOR THE DAY TO COME

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day, our day to come

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time, our time in the sun

A dollar and a dream, seems more like a scheme!

Won’t put food on the table

It’s another device to keep their grip tight and keep you in their sights

You scrape and scrounge what you can and still they bleed you dry

When you feel like giving in, you’ve hit the end of the line

You got to shut your eyes and dig in deep, it’s the only way to survive

WAITING FOR THE DAY

WAITING, WAITING FOR THE DAY TO COME

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day, our day to come

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time, our time in the sun

And when the well runs dry

You gotta reach down and dig a little deeper

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day, our day to come

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time, our time in the...

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day

Waiting for the day, our day to come

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time

Waiting for our time, our time in the sun