Waiting

This time, this time is my time
My life, lies in the base line
You tried to take what was all mine
My pride, I bowed down and I swear

My turn to make all the bells shine
I know that you know that I tried
I don't count the tears I've cried
This car has driven its last mile

As you stand, on the edge, far and low
Somethin' to believe in
As you stand, in the rain, and then fall
For somethin' to believe in

[CHORUS:]
Waitin' around all over town [x2]
For you, to get it right
Waitin' around all over town [x2]
For you, somethin' to believe in
In another world, another life
I still belong to you
In another time, you'll still be mine
I belong to you

I'm ready, and you're ready so who cares
But get the stranger's judgment and mean glares
I always did, what I thought had seemed fair
I walked away saved by the last hair

Not easily, my God I was so scared
Just so you know I can't help that I care
I pray you're well, I just know that I can't I can't
I can't be afraid

As you stand, on the edge, far and low
Somethin' to believe in
As you stand, in the rain, and then fall
For somethin' to believe in

[CHORUS]

Even though it's at the end
A brand new morning can begin
And the sun will shine again, again
Again...Again...Again...again, again, again

[CHORUS x2]

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