Waiting Room

Stand for the silent bride

Maidens in crimson drapes

Bottle it up inside

Till it explodes

And washes over rows

Of everyone attending

Sad midwestern baptist girl

Writes sorry on the mirror

Crying in bathroom

On the first night of the honeymoon

It numbs you like

The colors in the waiting room



Once it was smile and wave

Someone you barely knew

Now it’s a shower and shave

And a new excuse for every time

You come in after hours

Cover blown, you try to own

Too many indiscretions

You break it off

And tell him that

You’re sorry that he never knew

It hounds you like the soundtrack

In the waiting room



Out on a great crusade

Under a million stars

Focusing on your face

With the lines and creases coming on

Like U.S. Grant took Richmond

Bonafide but trapped inside

A shell that says to hell with you

You pour it out

And hope that someone notices

Before it’s through

It rides you like

The silence in the waiting room