Waiting here to find the sign Drinking wine, feeling fine I got the love birds chirpin' at the window But I don't need love no more I'll be fine, sipping wine Everyday I spend my time That I can understand Taking time slow

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Just a little way Go to sleep We're so tired now Altogether in a snake pit of souls To throw your chains away To try to hang your hopes on the wind Today all we need is waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough 'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone Might be there for us to see Might be in need of talking Might be staring directly at me Inside

I'm waiting patiently And I'll wait for the sign When the Zetas fill the skies Fully loaded satellites Will conquer nothing but our minds Open the skies over me I am waiting patiently I'll wait for a sign As conspiracy unwind

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November