كلمات Waiting For The Light To Turn Green

It's raining in my coffee cup Comin down since I got up today Cold and gray And lookin in my rear view mirror I could be anywhere but here I am Traffic jam All these people without names Every day we face the same routine Waiting for the light to turn green The lady in the blue sedan Combs her hair and steals a glance at me Who is she Does anybody hold her tight Or does she spend her days and nights at home All alone And over in the passing zone All wrapped up inside their own daydreams They're waiting for the light to turn green Do they wonder who I am Do they know I'm not some damn machine Waiting for the light to turn green What about the love I long for What about the child I want someday Where are they What about my hearts desire What about these four bald tires I'm on How long I've been going nowhere fast Running out of time and gasoline Waiting for the light to turn green I'll be damned if I'll grow old Waiting for the wheels to roll not me Waiting for the light to turn green It's raining in my coffee cup Comin down since I got up today