On this bouncing ball
We call earth
Everyone's waiting
Waiting for a second chance
Waiting for the next train
Waiting for someone, anyone
Waiting for the day to end
Waiting for answers
Waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel

On the side of the road
She's holding a coffee can and a sign
He's clutching his umbrella; they're waiting
Waiting for the scene to change
Waiting for gold at the end of the rainbow
Waiting for the colors to come
Waiting for the earth stop
Waiting for the world to fall
Waiting for the world to come undone

Hands stuffed in pockets
Music turned on full blast
Even though I'm distant, I'm waiting
Waiting for replies
Waiting for inspiration to strike
Waiting for the song to change
Waiting for a hand to hold
Waiting for a chance to let go
Waiting for life to begin