Wouldn't be so horrible to pick up the phone
But it feels like the worst idea now
Staring out across the town
Maybe I'll go home
Or just park here and wait to get out
Some people like to tell themselves they won't feel so alone
With the right people hangin' about (about)
I wish that that were true but no one will ever know
What I'd do with a book of my hours
And every room's a waitin' room
Every room's a waitin' room

Calendars and colored blocks tell me what to do
Cause it's safer than thinking out loud
The best part of my day is the part that ends with you
At least I know what my day's all about
And every room's a waitin' room (a waiting room)
Every room's a waitin' room (a waiting room)
Every room's a waitin' room (a waiting room)
Every room's a waitin' room
A waitin' room
A waitin' room
A waitin' room