The Waiting Room

Sitting in the waiting room

I'm ticking like a time bomb, ticking

Hoping to catch a glimpse of

That shadow of my past

Will she walk by me

Will she recognize me

Will she ever really

See who she's destined to be

They were dreams

That she had for herself

We all want to get there

They were her standards

Of measuring up to herself

We all have ideals to live up to if we dare

Hanging on by a thread

I'm loosely holding on, holding

To something I thought I had

In my control but alas

Will I ever find it

Will I recognize it

Will I ever really

See who I'm destined to be

They were dreams

That I had for myself

We all want to get there

They were my standards

Of measuring up to myself

We all have ideals to live up to if we dare

She's in her twenties

While he's still in his earlies

And they both are so lovely

But jaded by their families

And they hold on so tightly

As they whisper quietly

About their plans

To take flight

Leaving the waiting room

Behind.