Van Morrison - Waiting Game Lyrics
On a golden autumn day returningWhere each moment never is the sameSometimes pure joy it comes with patienceWhen Im waiting on, waiting gameWhen Im waiting on, waiting gameThere must be reason for all this inactionDoes it mean that everything must changeSometimes Im looking for perfectionWhen Im waiting on, waiting gameWhen Im waiting on, waiting gameI am the observer who is observingI am the brother of this snakeI am the serpent filled with venomA God of love and a God of hateThere is a presence deep within youSometimes they call it higher flameAnd the leaves come tumbling down, rememberIll be waiting on, waiting gameIll be waiting on, waiting gameI am the observer who is observingI am the brother of this snakeI am the serpent filled with venomA God of love and a God of hateThere is a presence deep within youSome people call it higher power in flameWhen the leaves come tumbling down, rememberIll be waiting on, waiting gameIll be waiting on, waiting game.....
