We're so polite

It makes me want to shout

We waive the everything we want

An' take the nothing we already have

An' I'm waiting on hold

For something to blow ...



All is in reach & as clear as day

Yet the smallest move

Remains a mile away

So we while away

Going nowhere bit by bit

An' it just seems

We can't get round to gettin' round to it

Sometimes it makes me ache ...



Someone once wrote

All the world's a stage

But the truth comes written somewhat different on my page

I know this script's fixed from the start

Cos ordinary men & women only get

Supporting parts

An' I'm waiting on hold

For something to explode



We spend our lives

Waitin' for

Someone other than ourselves

To make a move



We always do

We do

We always blow it

I know

You know

I know you know it but ...



I keep on coming back because

The power is yours