8 Days & Waiting Nothing
nothing I will ever say will look like truth to you
because standing in your eyes I will never be quite good,
enough to meet your standards, always alone I'll stand
against this empty phone booth that's ringing in my head.
i have waited for so long for you to place this call just to tell me this was worth it
here's a quarter for your time.
i am yearning for the day when I will make a stand and be strong
but all these little years I've wasted the phone has never rung.
standing on your pedestal you toss a look at me
barely worth your recognition I think I finally see
that anything's too much to ask, always alone I'll stand
against this empty phone book that was ringing in your hand
ch.
walking down this yellow road,
I wonder if that ringing phone
is still hanging by the wire
since the day I cut the line.
ch.