Waiting Tables - Don Henley

She grew up tall in a timber town

But trees were not the only things that was falling down

Breezes thru the pines was blowing bittersweet

They blew the papers down the dead end street

She married a boy, soon as she got out of school

But he turned out to be a reckless fool

And gone are the days, when she was worry free

Now she’s a single mom, she’s only twenty-three

And she’s waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables

She’s learned a lot about people

More than she ever wanted to know

She’s just waiting tables, waiting tables

Biding her time until there’s somewhere else to go

Well her working day is done, she tallies up her tips

She sighs, dear Lord above there must be more than this

Some-day she’ll see this misery in her rear view mirror

But for today she’ll find a way to get along right here

And she’s waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables

She’s learned a lot about people

More than she ever wanted to know

She’s just waiting tables, waiting tables

Biding her time until there’s somewhere else to go

One rainy night a handsome man came in

Said he was bound for parts unknown

They talked and talked, until the moon went down

But in the morning he was gone

Waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables

Another year or two, she’ll be moving on

She’s just waiting tables, waiting tables

Holding her own until something better comes along

Waiting tables, she’s just waiting tables

Biding her time until something better comes along