Oh what do I have to do
To find somebody like you
But these dreams they seem to sleep
Underneath these sheets
I've seen you fumble with some jobs
And stumble into his arms
We can't get the timing right
You're such a wildcard
But sometimes
We all have to wait in line
Oh why
Is it just a waste of time
You're still in Philadelphia
In the darkness under his thumb
I tried to warn you then
But you're stubborn as they come
She said "I'm barely hanging on"
"But I swear that there's nothing wrong"
Well, I know that type of bruise
Ain't from just anyone
But sometimes
We all have to wait in line
Oh why
Is it just a waste of time
Oh no we don't need to justify
We all have to wait in line