We Who Wait

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 waits for God knows what sometimes it's not clear to...

We who wait.

I have been dancing in the penny arcade

I 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,

wah waiting!