Oh what do I have to do?

To find somebody like you?

But these dreams they seem to sleep,

Underneath these sheets.

I’ve seen you fumble with some jobs

And stumble into his arms,

We can’t get the timing right,

You’re such a wildcard.

But sometimes,

We all have to wait in line,

Oh why?

Is it just a waste of time?

You’re still in Philadelphia,

In the darkness under his thumb,

I tried to warn you then,

But you’re stubborn as they come.

She said “I’m barely hanging on,”

“But I swear that there’s nothing wrong.”

Well, I know that type of bruise

Aint from just anyone.

But sometimes,

We all have to wait in line,

Oh why?

Is it just a waste of time?

Oh no we don’t need to justify.

We all have to wait in line.