It's the same conversation we've had so long

And I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting

The radio station plays the same old song

But I'm still waiting



Me and Oprah Winfrey met for coffee

With St. Augustine in Amsterdam

Last Thursday afternoon

She made conversation with such perfect calculation

While quietly I scribbled down this tune



She tried her best to have the best intentions

In as much as intentions can be

She wonders why do bad things have to happen

To good people like Stedman and me



[Chorus]

It's the same conversation we've had so long

But I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting

The radio station plays the same old song

But I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting



We began to psychoanalyze our opinions as they came to mind

She said she'd like to hear our point of view

She said, "I just do what my heart tells me to

If it feels right then it must be true

But wicked things are what wicked people do"



Now Augustine grew visibly uncomfortable

So she asked him if he disagreed

He said that no one ever thinks that they're the wicked ones

So just how honest do you think we can be



[Chorus]

It's the same conversation we've had so long

But I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting

The radio station plays the same old song

And I'm still waiting



I can tell myself that I'm fine, I'm okay

And imagine some self-centered secrets away

It's a cruel, cruel world I hear everyone say

But ain't it you and I who made it that way

Ain't it you and I who made it that way



[Chorus]

It's the same conversation we've had so long

But I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting

The radio station plays the same song

But I'm still waiting



It's the same conversation we've had so long

But I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting

The radio station plays the same old song

But I'm still waiting