I keep listening; I never hear a thing 
 I’ve been holding my breath, imagining 
 I’ve only wanted a sign, a sign, anything 
 
 I keep waiting, but nothing ever comes 
 I keep hoping for my turn – like everyone 
 Cause don’t it seem like you start, you start and then you’re done 
 
 Ooo, it’s too late 
 Ooo, for mistakes 
 And too many ways to go 
 Oh, oh, oh 
 
 I read too many books, maybe, when I was young 
 I fell in love with the ride into a setting sun 
 I’ve never run out of things of things I should’ve done 
 
 Oh is everybody like me? 
 Cautious, barely breathing like me? 
 Waiting for some thing that might be 
 Nowhere 
 Nowhere at all