Waiting in line for a shot in the dark for no one
Waiting for a call from someone who doesn't care
About you or what you do
But you find the time to care about
Your hair and what's not there
You're a dead one to me
But I still see and I still believe that I can touch the sky
No you can't, you just can't, you can't
Waiting in line for a shot
I've been shot in the dark