From the recording ZZAJ (Not Exactly Jazz)
Third track from the ZZAJ (Not Exactly Jazz) album
All Instruments and Lead Vocals by Philip George
Lyrics
I never did pay it much mind
Stumblin’ around, just a little blind
I always thought, I’d find me some time
Once I finally reached, the front of the line
But it never came, like I’d hoped
My mind was numb, sliding upslope
So what am I, doing here
Is this the front of the line, or is it the rear
I’ve been, waiting, for my life
To begin
Always something in the way
For tomorrow, and from yesterday
Hafta do this, hafta do that, can’t ever miss, wear ev’ry hat
And do it again, anyway
Just imagine, what I might do
Without the drop of, the other shoe
So what am I, doing here
None of these roadblocks, will disappear
I’ve been, waiting, all my life
To begin
Presumptuous presumptions
Ev’ry so often, they always are
Ever too close, never too fast, never in time, ever they last
And always, never too far
I can see it now, with all three eyes
Where I didn’t go, where I didn’t try
So what am I, doing here
What’s holding me back, isn’t it clear
I’ve been, waiting, for my life
I’ve been, waiting, all my life
I’ve been, waiting, on my life
To begin
So it goes, it’s settled law
I won’t hold me back, no more
Timing is right, so I will fight, drink it all up, take ev’ry bite
And open up ev’ry door
Throw it all out, and sort it there
Sooner or later, I’ll breath free air
And now I know, what I’m doing here
Breaking the lock of, all I fear
I’m not, waiting, for my life
I stopped, waiting, for my life
No more, waiting, for my life
To begin
