I wait a bit to be late before getting out of bed
No fanfare alarm, it's a state of mind
I wait for the milk in the bowl to have the color of the cereals
And it's real in general, no ideal wake-up
I wait for the day to wait for me before starting it
I like to go around in circles when my schedule is square
I wait for the news on the radio to announce good news
I could wait a long time, I prefer to make myself beautiful
So I wait for the elevator and then I wait for the green lights
I wait for sincere smiles and a few open minds
I wait for the end of traffic jams to hope to be on time
A stupid appointment, I wait to be in a good mood
I wait for the day to move forward to feel myself moving forward
Senseless nonchalance and associated patience
Unconcerned about the hours that slip by, the remaining time is relative
In fact, I'm concretely waiting to find a goal

I'm waiting

I wait for inspiration to come knocking on my sheet
I wait for the need to write to have already well crossed the threshold
And when I wait, I look and sometimes I despair
To see this world around me that turns upside down
I wait for there to be no more need in France for the Anonymous CV
To hire French people who have another origin
I wait for the end of hypocrisy and without freaking out I wait
The end of a system that admits its latent racism
I also stupidly wait for the end of absolute power
Of shareholders, dividends, profits, it's tense
As the life of men depends on the word profitability
Behind the figures, dramas are played out in a strange banality
So I wait and observe and I surprise myself by keeping quiet
With guilty patience I wait and hear the charters
I wait and extend the analysis over the entire period
And I note that the human being is really no longer in fashion

I'm waiting

The fact of waiting, it's a good sign, it means you have time ahead of you
Maybe more in front than behind, well, that's what you think
Because I don't know what my route will be in the coming days
It can very well stop dead at the next intersection
So I no longer wait to be in a hurry but I hurry not to wait any longer
I must realize that each second has no account to give me
Since time does not wait for me, I wait for it less and less
And I put off to today what I feel like doing tomorrow
So, when I can, I act and when I feel it I express myself
It may not change the world but if you can read between the lines
You will understand my thoughts and my ways of moving forward
Before it's too late I prepare and try
I still wait for the elevator, I still wait for the green lights
But I have a sincere smile and I keep an open mind
So I go home finally for a sabbatical evening
And I wait for sleep, serene, on an old Lunatic sound

I'm waiting

So I wait less and less and sometimes it's practical
When it's too long, I don't even wait for the end of the music

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