Nobody gets too much heaven no more It's much harder to come by I'm waiting in line Nobody gets too much love anymore And harder to climb It's as high as a mountain Everything we are will never die Loving's such a beautiful thing Are you just a dream to

My blue jeans Will last me all my life, oh yes So should we I'm spending all this time You don't even know me I'm hanging from the tree I don't stand in line, I don't pay for clubs, fuck that But I'll wait for you I don't like to drink, I don't like to

I will sing, sing a new song How long to sing this song How long, how long, how long How long, to sing this song I waited patiently for the Lord He inclined and heard my cry He brought me up out of the pit Out of the mire and clay He set my feet upon a

There ain't no midnight train Comin' down the line I was standin' at the station, ten to midnight in the rain I was mindin' my own bus'ness, waiting for that midnight train Nobody in sight, starin' at my shoes, I took out my paper to find me some good

How are you still holding on? One day it's here and then it's gone On your own Through the eyes of someone else You and everybody else What's it all about You've felt this way for far too long Waiting for a change to come You know you're not the only one

By the way I tried to say Ooh, ah, guess you never meant it And there's a light on I'd be there waiting for Standing in line to See the show tonight Standing in line To see the show tonight

Are you a pusher or are you a puller? If you're willing to wait for the love of your life Please wait by the line I pull the weight towards me And I lack the zest of a lemon, looking forward Unless I have a woman pushing me And you know dispersive prisms

I’ll be flicking stones at your window I’ll be waiting outside 'til you’re ready to go Won’t you come down? Come away with me I’ll be waiting, waiting on a brand new day Just think of all the places we could be Think of all the places we could be Well

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

We are slaving down here in Babylon They took us away from our homeland And we are slaving down here in Babylon For the Black Starliner which is to come We want, we want to go They are waiting on an opportunity Not long Jah Jah Jah Jah not long I meekly