Everybody's got the highway flu
All you've gotta do is say pretty please
And you could get it too
Why just sit and stew about the news
You could take that time
You could go and cure the blues
Although they'd probably kill you
If you ever cured the blues
At least it would be something nice on the news
And when the sky was opened
All the fear it blew away
And I just never got a chance to say
Thank you my baby
For saving the day
When push comes to shove
Baby you know that I hit the floor
All this time spent wasting
Waiting, contemplating
Honestly on what
I'm not sure
So I'll just keep on waiting
Waiting, waiting waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting
What, the hell
Am I waiting, for
And when the sky was opened
I pretend to throw it all away
But what is that supposed to say
About the man that I'm supposed to be
One day