Waiting

Waiting
by me(whatever)
to Little Talks

Here we go again,
living the normal life,
standing on the bridge.

Unusually,
with nothin' to say,
not at all,
watching the water pass by.

Don't feel like adding,
Don't feel like swimming,
and though I'm here,
I don't even feel like idling.

With nothing to write,
I'm waiting.
For something to hit me,
hard enough to make me spin.

The normal life, it's refreshing,
but I want to get back on track.
It's cold outside,
and I can feel it through my gloves.