Four a.m. and closing to the morning, and it's ticking in my ears as that clock on my drawer,
slowly winding up my fears.
Every car which is passing by my window makes my heart go beating fast.
Must have been a thousand occasions, each time I've sworn they'd be the last.
But here, I'm sitting waiting close to morning and I cannot understand why I tremble and shilver,
shaking my hands.
'cause I'm just waiting on a friend.
Is this the end?
I hear the car breaks shrieking in the distance, as they slow down for the bend.
But each one is passing, each one puts me out of hand.
And it's much too late for places to be open, 'though you're still somewhere else.
What once was brought out of heaven,tonight sets me straight to hell.
'cause here I'm sitting waiting close to morning and I cannot understand why I tremble end shiver,
shaking my habds.
'cause I'm just waiting on a friend.
Is this the end?
Yes here I'm sitting waiting close to morning, will you ever understand how I tremble and shiver,
shaking my hands, as I am waiting on a friend.
And this is the end!