Dreary nights and weary days
That pass by in this waiting place
And through the sameness of the haze
We cannot see a change in pace
Here we sit, Wait-ers, all
And though we try, we cannot go
They hear us cry, they hear us call
But for us, no help will show
Trapped here and only us to blame
Racing forward, towards more the same
A nightmare of our own creation
Unsatisfied with our frustration
One day I'll break out but not now
In a few years, then I'll learn how
I'll wait till tomorrows here
I utter this morn' with false cheer
But each dawn comes and goes away
And I wait each passing day
But I still see no change in pace
There's no escape from The Waiting Place
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