I've grown accustomed to being sold
I'll take a number and wait on line
I won't move till you show me a sign
I've been sitting here in the
I'm getting better at this waiting game
No sense in flying like a moth to the flame
It's a race to the finish
When you win, you turn back,
I can tell you that I learned
Just sitting in the corner
You barely move an inch in one hour
And every movement it's so much power
You measure time in increment
No sense of fun, I'm on to the flame
You turn back, start over again
But I know where this path is leading
And I've known it all along
There's a way when there's a will
And a heart that beats strong
I'm getting better at this waiting game
I've got more to complain
It's a race to be finished
When you win, you turn back
Yeah, it's a waiting game