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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Waiting for the clock to chime Alert you to the light of dawn Waiting for the morning sun To light your pathway through Waiting for the cooling breeze Of the ever-present winds of change Waiting for the world to age And mature enough for you Sit and stare and close your mind The world's designed to leave you behind If you keep on letting chances by Waiting for the proper opportunity. . . to arise Waiting for a shallow breath To indicate a sign of life Waiting for the sharpened knife Which you're expecting in your back Waiting for the final call To step aboard the last plane out Waiting for the final shout Which will urge you to turn back Sit and stare and close your mind The world's designed to leave you behind If you keep on letting chances by Waiting for the proper opportunity. . . to arise Waiting for the perfect ship To take you to a distant shore Waiting for an open door To beckon you to come inside Waiting for a friendly face To offer you a helping hand Waiting for the sight of land Before you give in to the tide Sit and stare and close your mind The world's designed to leave you behind If you keep on letting chances by Waiting for the proper opportunity. . . to arise |