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Pacing, Thinking, Pacing, Thinkingwaiting, waitingWaiting by the phone that never ringsWaiting for the letterThat the postman never bringsTelling me that you're sorry, that you miss meThat I was rightm that I was wrongThat we could work it out and get alongBut I'm waiting for the words that never comeSitting smoking in the doorway in DinkytownWaiting patiently for you to come aroundThinking if I lok hard enoughInto each passing faceMaybe they'll turn into youOr someone to take your placeBut the people and days passAnd I'm still sitting, thinkingDrinking on the platform at the stationDrowning my sorrowsWaiting for the train to comeHaving so much fun, wish you were here'cause it's been years since the trains have runAnd I'm still waiting, waiting, waitingWaiting for the words that never come
Pacing, Thinking, Pacing, Thinkingwaiting, waitingWaiting by the phone that never ringsWaiting for the letterThat the postman never bringsTelling me that you're sorry, that you miss meThat I was rightm that I was wrongThat we could work it out and get alongBut I'm waiting for the words that never comeSitting smoking in the doorway in DinkytownWaiting patiently for you to come aroundThinking if I lok hard enoughInto each passing faceMaybe they'll turn into youOr someone to take your placeBut the people and days passAnd I'm still sitting, thinkingDrinking on the platform at the stationDrowning my sorrowsWaiting for the train to comeHaving so much fun, wish you were here'cause it's been years since the trains have runAnd I'm still waiting, waiting, waitingWaiting for the words that never come