Do you dare stay out? Do you dare go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And if you go in, should you turn left or right? Or right and three-quarters? Or maybe not quite.

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race, down long wiggled roads at break-necking pace. And grind on for miles across wierdish wild space, headed i fear toward a most useless place. The waiting place…For people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

Or a bus to come, or a plane to go 

Or the mail to come, or the rain to go

Or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow

Or waiting around for a Yes or a No.

Or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite

Or waiting for wind to fly a kite

Or waiting around for friday night

Or waiting perhaps for their uncle

Or a pot to boil, or a better break

Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

Or a wig with curls,

Or Another Chance…