Lyrics

We?re just waiting on a waitress
To come and kill this awful silence
You?re as full as my ashtray, I?m as empty as your second drink
So come and clean these kids
We?ll pay for all the thoughts we shouldn?t think

And I?m not sure that there?s nothing left to say

And then you say
?you are just a boy, your cover?s blown
and who am I to start to cry, I think I should have known
thought you could love me but you can?t
don?t try to tell me baby
you don?t have to make me understand
anyway, I don?t think you can

it?s Christmas at my parents house
it?s waking up alone
it?s the end of the edge between first-time lovers and last-time friends
this just doesn?t feel like home
no it doesn?t feel like home

and I?m not sure that there?s nothing left to say

chorus

so long seamstress, now it?s time to sail away
leave those stitches in, I?ll take them out some slower Sunday
you?re not pushing for a pardon in that party-dress
and now we?re just waiting on a waitress