Jack Carty Waiting, Waiting! lyrics

I met my girl at the end of the world
But she don't call me “babe” anymore
She don't hold out her hand for me.

We spoke on the phone
I spent my nights alone
And she got an apartment in town
But I'm not welcome ‘round there no more.
Waiting, waiting for the call
With my suitcase packed and my guitar by the door
But it looks like she's moving on.

Well, I rolled into town to see who was around
But everyone's cooped up at home
And I don't even have one.

So I called up my friend and we both pretend that I haven't been gone for too long
And I'm drinking alone again.


Waiting, waiting for the call
And the spinning starts when my feet hit the floor
My friends are moving on.

I'm a singer of songs and a right-er of wrongs and I fight for the things that I have
But I know you don't see it
Maybe someday things will all go my way and I wont be so broke and so sad
I wish I believed it.

Waiting, waiting for the call
I'll be singing my songs till my throat is stripped and raw
But you wont see me moving on
This is where I belong.