Waiting for You


        There's a dollar bill where the rain gets in.
	I haven't moved since I don't know when;
	I just haven't had the time.
	It takes twenty four hours just to pass a minute.
	I've got to get up and get out and get it,
	but I'm confused about what is mine.

	When the moon dies slowly from lack of love
	and Dick and Jane separate and divorce.
	When art becomes art and we act our passions,
	and lipstick smiles have turned to actions,
	between the lies and what is true,
	I will be waiting for you.

	So I'll count my calories, and act my age.
	I'll wear what's hip, whatever the rage,
	like I'm on a TV show.
	I've got to be near you.  I can't be alone.
	I click my heels, but I can never go home.
	It's something I've always known.

	I can scream and shout, but there's a wall
	between what I know and what I can recall.
	It's not like me to languish and waste.
	It's the fanasy I love, the reality I hate.

	There's a dollar bill where the rain gets in.

Waiting for You is copyright 1991 John Perry, Chris Morse, Ross Elbling, and Liberal Materialists Music. Any rebroadcast or republication is prohibited without one of our expressed written consent. Write to me with your comments or usage requests

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