I'm living in a waiting room on the tenth floor 

Of a New York City skyscraper

Got the paperwork filled out my friend

Can you tell me how this story ends?

My best girl caught a taxi cab to an uptown bar to meet my band 

But I don't have the energy so she plugs my machines back in

And the late night T.V. talks to me about God but God why can't I sleep?

As she plugs my machines back in

But my machines back in now don't cha'



Diane

(Diane)

I'd by lying if I said this was my plan

(Diane)

We are all in this together

(Diane)

See I'm trying but I just don't understand

(Diane)

Well I can't predict the weather past the storm

(The weather past the storm)



And there's mornings where I wake up quick 

And my head it dreams and my stomach's sick alone

To slowly pull the sun from bed

Below the fifty-ninth street bridge

And I feel like I'm a battle tank 

But there's peace for every pound of strength

I'm waiting for the enemy

While she plugs my machines back in

(Back in)



Diane

(Diane)

I'd be lying if I said this was my plan

(Diane)

We are all in this together

(Diane)

See I'm trying but I just don't understand

(Diane)

Well I can't predict the weather past the storm

(The weather past the storm)

(The weather past the storm)

(The weather past the storm)

(The weather past the storm)

(The weather past the storm)

(The weather past the storm)



I'm living in a waiting room on the tenth floor 

Of a New York City skyscraper

Got the paperwork filled out my friend