Boy - Waitress Lyrics
They walk in and sit down,With their mood of the day.They read books over tea,They give tips when they pay.Butter and bread, diet Coke and cake,She takes notes, she makes no mistakes.Well daylight is fadin'While traders are tradin'While the jukebox is playin'The lovers are datin',The waitress is waitin'...For a thing to explode,For a light to go on,For some sign to showHer time has yet to come.She's countin' the daysUntil real life arrives.She's countin': two three four fiveAnd every minute feelsJust like the one beforeNo surprise, no twistShe wants so much moreWell daylight is fadin'While traders are tradin'While players are playin'And lovers are datin',The waitress is waitin'...For a thing to explode,For a light to go on,For some sign to showHer best has yet to come.She's countin' the daysUntil real life arrives.She's countin': two three four fiveWhen will that thing explodeWhen will that light go onJust to assure her she's not wrong.She's countin' the daysUntil real life arrives.She's countin', from nine to fiveShe's countin': two three four five.
