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…