Atomic Swing Waiting On A Friend
Four a.m. and clsing to the morning, and it's ticking in my ears as that clock on my drawer, slowly winding up my fears
Every car which is passing by my window makes my heart go beating fast
Must have been a thousand ocasions, each time I've sworn they'd be the last But here I'm sitting waiting close to morning and I cannot understand why I tremble and shiver, shaking my hands'cause I'm just waiting on a friend
Is this the end? I hear the car breaks shrieking in the distance, as they slow down for the bend
But each one is passing, each one puts me out of hand
And it's much too late for places to be open, 'though you're still somewhere else
What once was brought out of heaven, tonight sets me straight to hell 'cause here I'm sitting waiting close to morning and I cannot understandwhy I tremble and shiver, shaking my hands'cause I'm just waiting on a friend
Is this the end? Yes here I'm sitting waiting close to morning, will you ever understandhow I tremble and shiver, shaking my handsas I am waiting on a friend
And this is the end!
