Quietly Complaining - Wakefield, John Fields

Dying here, on the phone, no one’s talking

In my head, i can hear, angels laughing

But she won’t, ever say, what she’s thinking

Sunday past, unimpressed, my good suit wasted

He knows, she knows, everyone but me knows

O please, help me, won’t somebody tell me

How long will i be waiting

Soaking wet in the rain

I’ll just, stand here, quietly complaining

Hard to breathe, memories, casting shadows

Missing words, little clues, over-thinking

What do i, why do i, no one tells me

In my head, i still hear, angels laughing

He knows, she knows, everyone but me knows

O please, help me, won’t somebody tell me

How long will i be waiting

Soaking wet in the rain

I’ll just, stand here, quietly complaining

She’s inside, warm and dry, and im all wet

Down and low, gettin' old, not dead yet

But i just can’t ?give up yet?

I just want to show this world

How long… should i keep waiting

Pulling myself down the drain

How long will i be waiting

Soaking wet in the rain

I’ll just stand here quietly complaining (x3)