It's six minutes until eleven

The phone rngs, but it's never you

I won't walk the floor

I'll just watch it

Stood up, impatient and blue



Chorus:



What am I waiting for

She might never show

What am I waiting for

My legs won't let me go

What am I waiting for

What am I waiting for

She'll never get here



It's not that I'm worried about her

She'll think up some brand new excuse

So why am I all alone and crazy

While she's having fun running loose



Repeat Chorus



It's six minutes after eleven

But I'm talking about the next day

Our date was just made to be broken

I guess some things just never change