Nowhere to Be in a Hurry

People walk by and see me waiting
And they act like I look mighty strange
Point and laugh at me waiting, waiting
Like I’m out of my mind or deranged
But I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for the stop sign to change.

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