Pacing, thinking, pacing, thinking

Waiting, waiting

Waiting by the phone that never rings

Waiting for the letter

That the postman never brings

Telling me that you're sorry, that you miss me

That I was right, that I was wrong

That we could work it out and get along

But I'm waiting for the words that never come

Sitting smoking in the doorway in dinkytown

Waiting patiently for you to come around

Thinking if I look hard enough

Into each passing face

Maybe they'll turn into you

Or someone to take your place

But the people and days pass

And I'm still sitting, thinking

Drinking on the platform at the station

Drowning my sorrows

Waiting for the train to come

Having so much fun, wish you were here

Cuz its been years since the trains have run

And I'm still waiting, waiting, wating

Waiting, for the words that never come