I've been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show

I've been listening to the sirens and the radio

He said he'd be over three hours ago

I've been waiting for his car on the hill

He makes friends easy

He's not like me

I watch for judgement anxiously

Now where in the city can that boy be

Waiting for a car

Climbing

Climbing

Climbing the hill



He's a real good talker--I think he's friend

Fast tires come screaming around the bend

But there's still no buzzer

They roll on...

And-I'm waiting for his car on the hill

It always seems so righteous at the start

When there's so much laughter

When there's so much spark

When there's so much sweetness in the dark

Waiting for a car

Climbing

Climbing

Climbing the hill