Waiting کے بول

Seems no matter what I do I end up standing in line I find myself in another queue Give me some cheese for my wine It doesn't matter where you go It's always the same old thing Feels like roots will begin to grow When it's winter it will soon be spring Caught in another traffic jam The bank teller's broken a nail You know I don't give a damn The cheque is in the mail They said they'd pay me yesterday I know it's always late Just another wasted day You've got to hurry up and wait Waiting, Waiting always someone in front of you Waiting, Waiting it's something I hate to do Take a number stand in line That's what you must do I've had enough I have no time Won't you tell me something new? The waiting game has its rules That you can't defy I always seem to lose my cool I'll be waiting until I die