The neon light shines across the hallway
It’s not so wild to assume you’re rude, but
I keep in mind, the desperation
In my voice, well that’s tough to lose

I bite my tongue in the walk to glory
It’s been a while since I’ve felt too bruised, but
What a night, what a destination
No oversight to refuel my mood

And I'm waiting to be called
And I'm waiting to be bruised
I'm waiting to be called
I'm waiting

Oh, oh
I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools
I'm through, cut loose
What’s a boy to do?

It evens out at the midway station
It doesn’t always refuеl my mood, but
Even now with the combination to your lock it’s still tough to chew

And I'm waiting to bе called
And I'm waiting to be bruised
I'm waiting to be called
I'm waiting

Oh, oh
I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools
I'm through, cut loose
What’s a boy to do?

My cheeks still red, my mind now made
I bit my tongue three thousand ways
You ship has sailed, times come and went

Oh, oh
I’ll better my cause, and I’ll better my tools
I'm through, cut loose
What’s a boy to do?