Waiting for the day to come Waiting for the special one Who will take her far away Waiting for the special day Never ending coffee break Staring at the street all day Watching life go by While it’s hard to tell the weeks apart
It seems she don’t try She don’t try She don’t try Disappointment’s the only thing Surely left by By her side By her side She could never have known How fast meaninglessness Becomes the world’s strongest force
Waiting for the week to end For a phone call from a friend For a post card in the mail For a sign of spring – a snail! Ever lasting coffee break Nothing’s really happening Yesterday was just the same Evenings wait for mornings And then
When the night comes She sings a song to make her sleep Quite pathetic Trying to feed her dreams with this:
“Please don’t die yet Someday your life will be of worth To somebody Somewhere Now sleep and dream of
Someone who will own a horse Someone with a castle Where there will be one million doors That will lead to rooms filled with Books from floor to ceiling (I’m sure you know the feeling) One endless source of happiness Endless source to dreams about Someone who will own a horse Someone with a castle Where there will be one million doors That will lead to rooms filled with Books from floor to ceiling (I’m sure you know the feeling) One endless source of happiness Endless source to dreams about Someone who will own a horse Someone with a castle Where there will be one million doors” None will lead to this She is sure