It's six minutes until eleven

The phone rings 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 of some brand new excuse

So why am I all alone and crazy?

While she's having fun running loose



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



Chorus



What am I waiting for?

What am I waiting for?

What am I waiting for?

She'll never get here