Waiting
Waiting
She hates this house
How it feels like one step up
From a cardboard box on the street
Scrooge throws one more coal on the fire
He’s gone for the day
Won’t be paying for gas
So we shiver and wonder
When we can have that big house
On the avenue
And when will our fortunes change
So we can live in a cottage
Like the ones in Country Living
Or look out over a Cornish coast
And be bourgeois and
Paint and write and enjoy long walks on the beach
And maybe if fate is smiling
Like a full moon
Or the sun in the summer
Someone to walk and hold hands with
As the waves break against the sands of time
When?
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