Waiting

Here I am waiting,
like sitting on a tree
waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the clouds to cry
waiting for you and I.

Here I am waiting
maybe waiting to be free
waiting for the car to arrive
waiting to get home by nine
waiting to sleep at night.

Why, I am always waiting
as patiently as I can be
just waiting for my time
waiting for what may lie
in the road ahead of me.

Each moment that passes by me
It seems that time has stood still
like I'm standing in the middle of a street
while cares are zooming past my being.

The waiting is always too long
whenever I'm searching far and wide
but the answer is too far from me
it is waiting and will wait like me.