Waiting Room

When will I ever grow up

When will today be enough

When will I learn to be here now?

It's on the other side of the door - that's what i'm looking for

I have what I need - why do I want more? more?

Put a lot of pavement on my shoes

Made a lot of payments on my dues

I'm running out of patience just like you

I'll be in the waiting room tomorrow just like today and yesterday

Why am I still waiting my life away?

Where will I find the will to stop running and just stand still

And take a look at the bird in my hand?

How can I find the faith to drop out of the human race

And let the future crawl back to it's cage?