I'm waiting

Waiting here

Waiting for my time to have some time with you, since we are together.

We are, aren't we?

We pass each other in the hallway,

sometimes you walk me to class.

It's sad how the longest part of our day together

is 2 minutes in front of the bus.

Can we talk on the phone? I have something to say.

No, of course not, it's too late in the day.

We are still seventeen after all,

and 11 o' clock's just too late for your curfew.

Curfew,

now you have a curfew.

Just enough time in the day for your work,

the jobs everyone else has for your life.

And when you get home, and your work is done,

they STILL have errands left for you to run.

Nighttime is our only time,

our short moment together.

But even then we're seperated by phone lines,

and you're at constant risk of being in trouble.

When is my time?

When is my time?

When I do get to prove you're mine?

When do I get to talk to you,

touch you,

stare into your eyes?

Make sure you're safe from other girl's sights?

I see them,

happy couples.

Walking together with each other in mind.

Then I think of you and me,

and it makes me cry.

Yes I still love you,

no I don't want to leave.

It's just the fact that we can't be together,

that makes me grieve.

Yes, soon we'll be eighteen,

and the power will be in our hands.

But think about it,

what good is a DJ

if he has no music to play at the dance?