One day I was doing a freelance video camera gig and had to sit and wait for many hours. To try to maintain sanity I started writing and came up with a poem about waiting. It turned into this song.
Lyrics
Like the first December day
Christmas seems so far away
Mind goes numb and frayed nerves grate
while you hurry up and wait
chor:
For the world to go around
Ticking clock the only sound
Hang on as the minutes slow
Wait for what you do not know
Being busy makes time fly
Don't even feel the hours go by
Waiting makes the clock hands crawl
Do they even move at all?
guitar solo, chor:
Seems great to get paid to sit
But screaming boredom all day long
The hour hand won't budge a bit
On one of those jobs I wrote this song
chor:
For the world to go around
Ticking clock the only sound
Hang on as the minutes slow
Wait for what you do not know
Waiting takes a heavy toll
Weight of the world upon the soul
Waiting for a better day
The sands of time to blow away
chor:
For the world to go around
Ticking clock the only sound
Hang on as the minutes slow
Wait for what you do not know
