I’m waiting for the fish to bite
Even if it takes all night
I’ll sit here, silent, waiting for sunrise
Because I’m tired of not feeling alright
I’m waiting for my bus to come
To go back to where I belong
I’ll stare out the window, littered by streetlights
Back home I’ll feel alright
I’m waiting for this pot to boil
To water this drying soil
I’ll wait here, patient waiting for the green grass,
When it grows then I’ll feel alright
I’m waiting for the phone to ring
To listen to your voice sing
Staring at my phone screen, typing out your number
Will you call me back so I feel alright
I’m waiting for a yes or no
For a “darling, you are free to go”
But you never tell me, what I really mean to you
And until then I won’t be alright
And until then I won't be alright
Will you call me back so I feel alright
When it grows then I'll feel alright
When I get home then I'll feel alright
I'm tired of not feeling alright