And I'm standing,
While your waiting,
And the foghorn calls your name

But I'm walking,
And you're saying,
That it's all the same,

I don't know these melodies,
And I can not hear your rhymes,
Destinations all unknown,
To this ancient clock of time.

So I'm standing,
While your waiting,
And the foghorn calls your name

Telling me you love me,
When I know I'm not the same,
Falling into traps that let me,
Down from this ledge of fame.

My heart is nearing broken,
Not sure how much more that I can take,
Footsteps near my doorway,
And I'm about to break.

Now I'm standing,
While your waiting,
And the foghorn calls your name

I know that you don't see me,
I'm just a porcelain doll.
I couldn't possibly love you,
But now I'll take that fall.