Left the house at eight
Didn't need to
Now I've got time
I don't know what to do with
Wait a while, wait a while
The air is sweet
Wait a while, wait a while
Nothing to eat
I've walked this street
A hundred mornings
Never noticed
What was over me
Wait a while, wait a while
The air is sweet
Wait a while, wait a while
Nothing to eat
Still not here
That's fine
I'd rather wait
Than be waited for
Colder now
I don't mind that either
I've got the whole morning
In my hands
Wait a while, wait a while
The air is sweet
Wait a while, wait a while
Nothing to eat