The Waiting - Andrea Bignasca

Andrea Bignasca - The Waiting
I'm not getting any younger
This place is getting smaller boy
Seems like there ain't nobody to turn to
Oh if only I could get myself
A little meeting with the stars one night
That'd keep me from hurting
If I knew
If it was worth waiting
I've seen my body
Tall and strong
Being shackled to my broken brain
And my heart being
Shown a parade of dreams
That are never coming true
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Been getting ready for a
Long long time
Chafing just from standing there trying
A thought
That hunger that breaks you
Might also just redeem you
Not unlike the drunken in the night
Who tells the barman
Keep them coming alright
I'm out there fighting demons
which gives purpose to my breathing
I see my horse
Tired and trembling
Being tied by someone else's reins
And my heart being
Shown a parade of dreams
That are never coming true
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting