waiting for you to turn me on

like the desert waiting for the rain, like a schoolkid waiting for the spring, im just sitting here waiting for you to come on home and turn me on, my poor heart its been so dark since you ve been gone, after all you're the one who turns me off, you're the only one who can turn me back on, my hi fi is waiting for a new tune, my glass is waiting for some fresh icecubes, im just sitting here waiting for you to come on home and turn me on....

i really cant believe i am going through this, i am at a dead-end without you, make a fella think real hard about the rest of his life, neither do it, i guess ill just walk on, its not really in the air, make your head go beat, prowling on the earth with your natural tan, instead of pain, i feel relief, that this is ending, i could try and understand you, but you shine and hear no mind, you got the illest little switch, i dont want to bring shame to you, make the boxsprings jump like a low rider, best place i could be is inside you, i see you the way that you move, the way you move, the way that you move, i see the way that you move, it got me the way that you move....

with the rest of the trash as they're often called, well you rise up morning early, and they work all day real hard, to buy a days eat and drink, of sugar tea, and its hard, altogehter struggling but waiting, children they grow up and all, with no time to go to school, almost before they learn to work, they learn to spill and stick, hmmmhhhhmmmmmmmmhhhhhmmmmmmhhhh,mmmmmhhhhh,,mmmmmhhhh,mmmmmhhhhmm

well the folks uptown they dress so fine, and spend their money free, but they would hardly look at a factory boy, who dresses like you and me, live that way, well just singing, when the day of judgement comes, learn to sing, when the day of judgement comes, they're learn to shed their petty fears, mhhmhmmmhmhmmhmmmhmmmhmmmm,,,j,j,m,m,m,m

the winter here is cold and bitter,

its chilled us to the bone,

i havent seen the sun for weeks,

too long too far from home,

im a big guy, the words have been written, and now its implementation time, i have been reading what i have been writing and it seems over the top, but i think it is good, it is time, to turn the tide on all the worlds problems, enough has been written, enough has been sung, enough has been said, but now we need to get it going, just do it, pop star, its 2 a.m., and she calls me cause im still awake, can you help me unravel my latest mistake, i dont love him, winter just wasnt my season, yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes, maybe ill just sing about her, well you cant jump the tracks, no one can find the look on the table,

yeah, these are the days, these are the days you'll remember, never before and never since, i promise, build a whole world as warm as this, you are blessed and perfect and touched by something, you, these are days you'll remember, what am i supposed to do, but instead of live, just wait, i know i sound like such a downer, on the eve of your arrival, but i might be broken beyond repair, i am so down right now, i cant hide it anymore, this has sapped my will to live, these are days you might fill with laughter until you break, these days you might feel a shout across your face, and when you do, you'll see its meant to be, even if sounds do you, i need something else, i am out of answers, nothing left to do, nothing left to say, nothing left to think only can sing, and listen to music, and your words only compound the problem as they are but temporary respite from the heartache, what can you do what can you say to me, nothing it would seem,

to think of my task is chilling,

to know i was carefully,

building the mask i was wearing,

for two years swearing it would come off,

that is all popstar, your move...,