Waiting Room

When will i ever grow up
When will today be enough
When will i learn to be here now?
It's on the other side of the door - that's what i'm looking for
I have what i need - why do i want more? more?
Put a lot of pavement on my shoes
Made a lot of payments on my dues
I'm running out of patience just like you
I'll be in the waiting room tomorrow just like today and yesterday
Why am i still waiting my life away?
Where will i find the will to stop running and just stand still
And take a look at the bird in my hand?
How can i find the faith to drop out of the human race
And let the future crawl back to its cage?