Waiting.
We're waiting for apologies,
And we're waiting.
We're both expecting sympathies.
Another hour is gone.
We sulk and carry on
So stubborn-hearted.
And we're waiting.
We're marking secret borders now,
And we're waiting.
We're in our separate corners now.
We wait for night to fall.
We can't even recall what got this started.

Now is the time and here is the place.
As we lose these hours casting blame
When we should be saying grace.
We can find a better way.
We can stand on common ground.
We can work this out between us
Before the sun goes down.
We come together.

Waiting.
We don't know what we're tying to prove,
But we're waiting.
Until the other makes a move
We stick to our facades.
We only speak in nods and sullen glances.
And we're waiting.
Our shadows just get longer now,
But, oh, my love,
We both are feeling wronger now.
We need to start again
Before this day has stolen all our chances.

Now is the time and here is the place.
As we lose these hours casting blame
When we should be saying grace.
We can find a better way.
We can stand on common ground.
We can work this out between us
Before the sun goes down.
We come together.

By Steve Taylor, Peter Furler