Every time it's face to face
It's haven't been to see your place
If I'm not trying you're not too
You call me if I call you
When I'm looking
You go running around again
Thought about some hired help
Then I did it all myself
If talking was for walls to do
This place is a ghost town too
To the beauty I love
To the reason I never get enough
There's a stage there's a show
Better off alone
Find a job and lose a friend
It was running but it's dead again
Want it fast but it comes slow
Book another so and so
You start trying and I'll start dying
On the Vine
Waiting is a gift of mine
