Only Waiting for Me

I'm living on my own

Well, I could tell you everything

I've just to find the right tone

Say just why I left the scene

Could be to fit my life to the weather

Or set my books on the shelf

Finally write a letter to my lost lover

And tell her why I left

I take them up again, those old schemes

While my mind finds the ways and means

Understand what it was that I was meant to be

I'm only waiting for me

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

I say I should like to live in the country

And you say that I miss my friends

You know that I don't see them much anyway

What's the point to stay in the end?

Ragged boxes, worn pages and tattered rhymes (tattered rhymes)

Lifetime's library of a cluttered mind (cluttered mind)

Moldering missus undone dress with cryptic signs (cryptic signs)

You know some way I have to take my time

I dust them off again, these old dreams

Now that the world is clear to see

I'll understand what it was that I was meant to be

I'm only waiting for me

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Hmm-hmm-hmm