Still remember that feeling of waiting on a fool
On many an evening when I was a youth I was waiting on a fool
Those taxis and sirens were calling in the night again
The phone is calling like a foghorn, the obscenity of spring
Letterboxes leering, pollen is just semen, sing a journey song
And hold on to that steering, you’re on the ship of fools again
Scene of sunset and silos out over a plain
On the edge of something, still so far away yet I followed like a moon
And swam through dark waters to sirens in the night again
I was waiting on a fool, I was waiting on a fool
I was waiting on a fool to change their mind
They never do
They never do
I was waiting on a fool, I was waiting on a fool
I was waiting on a fool to change their mind
They never do