Sun Waiting On High
I was walking the street just the other day
When I saw a favorite girl of mine coming up the other
way
Stopped her on the street corner just to say hello
From the look, the eyes, the body language I should
have braced for so much more
She said, who do you think you are mister guitar man
Struttin' so tall like only Chicken Little can
With your coy glance and that flirty look
You attention starved whore boy you wrote that book
Then she left me
Waiting on high
With the fear of god in me you know I narrowed my step
Tried to keep up my pace, felt like I broke my neck
When I looked back just to see if it was all a joke
Saw all my old lovers and all the hearts I broke
So I went down to the bar to drink with my good time
friends
All their hearts were broken so they had no ear to lend
To a strung out and missplaced, I'm new to this place,
pathetic little hipster is gonna get punched in the
face
So they sent me
Waiting on high
I don't wanna be that boy with a gun in his hand
Firing two in the blue screaming this land is my land
Cause this land is our land and this land is free
And that's what I'll tell the children when they're
murdering me
When I'm
Waiting on high
