Waiting
(D. Amey)

She was twice discovered incognito
running from the Trades
Fleeing to her car after the show
I was sitting in the backseat
with her Amer-asian maids
playing trivia down Old Kings Row

We we're waiting, waiting, waiting
We we're waiting, waiting, waiting

She's pictured in the papers
There's rumors in the air
There's trash in all the magazines
She throws them every where
Lovers we are waiting
The driver moves too slow
She dials the front seat on her wire
and tells him where to go

We we're waiting, waiting, waiting
We we're waiting, waiting, waiting

Her daddy's on the boilers
He stays glued up in his room
Mom the Queen runs everything
She's wrapped in her cocoon
The prince is gone he's on the run
We don't know where he's coming from
and Stephanie's out or reach
but it doesn't matter

We were waiting for
We were we were waiting for the call
We we're waiting, waiting, waiting
We were waiting for
We were we were waiting for it all
We were waiting for
We were we were waiting for it all