Waiting

Waiting
Shaney McCoy © 2012

How does the world look through big brown eyes
When you’re 12 years old and ready to fly?
Shadows of a man on a portrait of a little boy

You’ve got a small-town oyster with a bunch of pearls
Football games and a couple of girls
I see you checking out the world, wondering when the real fun starts

Waiting, waiting, waiting for life to begin

I think I felt the same way when
I was 20 years old and just moving in
With a couple of boxes, a suitcase and love to burn

And 6 years later when the papers were signed
The house was his and the car was mine and I drove to the corner
Wondering which way to turn

Waiting, waiting, waiting for life to begin

A little boy or a grown-up girl
Doesn’t matter, we’ve both seen the world
As a waiting game for the things we want to do

Now I have all I want and more
And I hope when you find what you’re waiting for
You don’t blow right past it, ‘cause I know that’s easy to do

Waiting, waiting, waiting for life to begin