Falling down through open windows
No one told me I could change
Twenty-one was getting closer
Want the number not the age

I walked along the concrete shadows
I look around and feel so small
The southern air was getting hotter
I don't feel like myself at all

I've been waiting lately

I hear them shouting about the weather
The type of crowd that only fades
A tired man puts down a dollar
While people trudge around the gate

I've been waiting lately
I've been waiting lately