(Jim Lauderdale)
It's six minutes until eleven
The phone rings, but it's never you
I won't walk the floor
I'll just watch it
Stood up, impatient and blue
What am I waiting for
She might never show
What am I waiting for
My legs won't let me go
What am I waiting for
What am I waiting for
She'll never get here
It's not that I'm worried about her
She'll think up some brand new excuse
So why am I all alone and crazy
While she's having fun running loose
What am I waiting for
She might never show
What am I waiting for
My legs won't let me go
What am I waiting for
What am I waiting for
She'll never get here
It's six minutes after eleven
But I'm talkin about the next day
Our date was made to be broken
I guess some things just never change
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