Waiting for (Live) Lyrics

I know what you're waiting for

And it isn't me

With your feet half out the door

I know what you're waiting for

And it's happening

With my knees down on the floor

We would sit alone in my

Old bedroom

And I would play these chords for you

We would sit and you would smile

As would I

Whenever I would look at you

So pretty

I'd speak in analogies

I wish you'd understand

Now all that you are to me

Is a thousand grains of sand

And I'm just holding onto you

As you're slipping through my hands

I had a hundred dollar bill but

I washed it in my pants

I know what you're waiting for

And it isn't me

With your feet half out the door

I know what you're waiting for

And it's happening

With my knees down on the floor