Lyrics
More hopeless than romantic, way too frantic, always fail to see the truth
The scales were never even, (I was) either following or leavin’ in my youth
In all my days – every which way I’ve tried to live my life, I’m still
Waiting, waiting
I’m waiting for a face – and every day I turn my back to something real
Waiting, waiting
Oh, if I could make my left feet take a right – after every night
The ones that pull me out of hiding never thrill me like her writing always did
She lit up my life from all that distance, became the only light at Christmas
But God forbid
In all my days – every which way I’ve tried to live my life, I’m still
Waiting, waiting
I’m waiting for a face – and every day I turn my back to something real
Waiting, waiting
Oh, if I could make my left feet take a right – after every night
It may look like, on the surface – that I’m doing this on purpose
I’m out of range
I only dance to my own drumming, I’m well aware of my shortcomings
I’m trying to change
I’m trying to change
In all my days – every which way I’ve tried to live my life, I’m still
Waiting, waiting
I’m waiting for a face – and every day I turn my back to something real
Waiting, waiting
Oh, if I could make my left feet take a right – after every night
Every night I wanna be with you
After every night I wanna be with you