World moves slow
A waiting room drunk in woe
Dark eyes with light hair
With a fundamental stare
These cold chairs ain’t for comfort
A metal reminder of your discomfort
Guarded by a doorway
Palpitations in their airway
And homeless souls seeking under
In the waiting room of wonder
World moves slow
Emergencies come to show
These people don’t know me
And i don’t know them
Now we shan’t dare lock in stare
At the dawn comes that warm feeling
Welcomed by a doctor
To feel redeeming
Shaken bodies seeking shelter
In this waiting room of swelter