The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
The Sheepdogs
Most of what goes for living these days
Seems like such a waste of time
I'm just sitting in the corner
I'm just waiting for what's mine
Most, they go in circles these days
Stand them all in line
I'm just sitting in the corner
I'm just waiting for my time
If I was the joke of my feelings, I'd swear
That to me ain't worth a dime
I'm just sitting in the corner, oh
I'm just waiting for what's mine, whoa
I lost my way at the downtown cinema
A cheap bouquet and a box of wine
I'm just sitting in the corner, oh
I'm just waiting for my time
For what's mine