I was walking the street just the other day
When I saw a favorite girl of mine coming up the other way
Stopped on the street corner to say hello
From the look, eyes, body language, should have braced for so much more
Who do you think you are Mr. Guitar Man?
Struttin' so tall like only Chicken Little can
With your cornered glance and that flirty look
You attention-starved whore, boy, you wrote that book
She left me waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
Waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
With the fear of God in me you know I neared my step
Tried to keep up my pace felt like I broke my neck
When I looked back just to see if it was all a joke
Saw all my old lovers, all the hearts I broke
So I went down to the bar to drink to my good time friends
All their hearts were broken and they had no end to lend to a strung out
And misplaced, "I-move-to-this-place" pathetic little hipster's
Gonna get punched in the face
Waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
Waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
I don't want to be that boy with a gun in his hand
Firing two in the blue screaming, "This land is my land!"
'Cause this land is our land, and this land is free
And that's what I tell the children when they're murdering me
When I'm waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
Waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
Waiting on high
You know it hurts me so
Waiting on high
It hurts me so