The room was barren
the corner was a chair.
A certain warmness was carried in the air;
you could feel it from inside.
That’s when I knew that it was the end
the end of waitin’ on the sun.
That’s when I wrote the letter I would send,
in hopes of reaching someone.
I was searching for a story I could tell
that no one heard before.
Choosing details to make it seem like hell
and tapping on the floor.
That’s when I knew that it was the end
the end of waitin’ on the sun.
That’s when I wrote the letter I would send,
in hopes of reaching someone.
But if you listen
to everyone,
it’s hard to figure
what’s mine
And if your livin’ just ain’t any fun
it’s just a waste of time.
It’s such a waste of time.
It’s just a waste of time.
Someone told me with the television on
that time was passin’ in between.
I turned to see if they were readin’ it all wrong
but they had moved another scene.
That’s when I knew that it was the end
the end of waitin’ on the sun.
That’s when I wrote the letter I would send,
in hopes of reaching someone.
But if you listen
to everyone,
it’s hard to figure
what’s mine
And if your livin’ just ain’t any fun
it’s just a waste of time.
It’s such a waste of time.
It’s just a waste of time.
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Featured on the album The Habit Room