Waiting Room Lyrics

Hit me like a pinch of Narcan flushing the brain

I sat up in a fright from my mothers lap

Meeting calm concern of a stranger's gaze

The cushioned impact of a fallout nap

My breath struggled and my heart skipped

As my mother caressed the fear from my face

I remember a painting of sailing ship

As the panicked tunnel vision began to dilate

And these strangers cooed my fears in a waiting room, trading

Rumors on the doctor confident as the truth

A pragmatist mechanic? Or a method of hex

Stab blindly in the dark about what comes next

A middle aged woman tapped an armrest impatient

And she preached about his practice as if it were magic

And though she doesn't know him, said her husband does

The two had grown close when he left her his orphans

She told us her appointment was at half past noon

Though at 9:15, she expected him soon

Then the door floated open and she stood up tall

With a look of expectation, she answered his call

Across the coffee table were remains of a man

Maybe that's too harsh; I'm just saying he's old

The blueish sprawling veins were like snakes in his hand

Slumped up in his seat and reading Rolling Stone

He told me that he'd met this doctor before

He was cruel and unjust, and corrupted by the war

In spite of all his gripings it appeared they were friends

When his time in this waiting room came to an end

And these strangers cooed my fears in a waiting room, trading

Rumors on the doctor confident as the truth

A pragmatist mechanic? Or a method of hex

Stab blindly in the dark about what comes next

And I didn't know that I'd made an appointment

when the room emptied down to me and my mom,

I asked her confused: Mom, what're we waiting for

Are we sick? Something hurts. What's behind the door

She kept behind her magazine and flipped through the pages

I've never met this doctor, but I'm sure he's fine

Then I saw her tears. Her brow had been aging

The best that we can do is be brave at our time

As she checked her watch, the door opened and called her

I love you Roo. I'll see you at your time with the doctor

She closed the magazine. She stood in the light

Then my mama walked toward it til she blurred out of sight

Mama, what are we waiting for

Mama, what are we waiting for

Mama, what are we waiting for

Mama, what are we waiting for

I strayed away in waves, a cliched picture

An out of touch, poorly painted ship captain

Arrogance facing abyss

Hanging in waiting in a doctor's office

And I can't help but think

As I wait here alone

Of the brave-face veiled upon the face of my mom

I hope I can say more

When I walk through the door

And I finally find out

What I'm waiting here for