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Colin Vearncombe (black)
waitin
the night sits on us like a great black birdand somewhere out there the big cats are prowling
and the women are out on the street
ripe and sleek
in dresses like gauze
are you listening?
we are ready, we are waiting
waiting for you to come
thereâ??s an old crone sitting in a rocking chair
nursing a colt â??45 as she teases up her hair
and her mouthâ??s like a door for the dead
lipstick red
and she grins without cause
weâ??re not unhappy, weâ??re still unsure
weâ??re moving
moving out today
moving on to a different place
waiting for you to come
you can see ten miles along highway nine
and you know you donâ??t wanna be a sad old guy
like a mirror held up to turbulent times
knowing your only crime
was you were too scared to fight
weâ??re not unhappy, weâ??re still unsure
weâ??re moving
moving out today
moving on to a different place
waiting for you to come