Waiting Through the Afternoon

Contagious, like
 the rhythm of a record
 through my mind
 Played slowly to emphasize
 the condition of a dead line.
 So hopeless so let the record
 play on and on and on...
 Can I speak?
 Can I speak now?
 Without a voice to call my own I'm left
 walk these streets alone,
 Waiting through the afternoon again.
 Time can't get the best of me.
 Surely I will never be
 Waiting through the afternoon again.
 Don't rush it,
 Cause I'm not living my one life without danger.
 (The stakes it takes making what we make giving up to
 the page) and then I'm Left waiting,
 Let the record play on and on and on...
 Can I speak?
 Can I speak now?
 Without a voice to call my own
 I'm left walk these streets alone,
 Waiting through the afternoon again.
 Time can't get the best of me. Surely I will never be
 Waiting through the afternoon again.
 Can I speak?
 Can I speak now?
 Without a voice to call my own
 I'm left walk these streets alone,
 Waiting through the afternoon again.
 Time can't get the best of me. Surely I will never be
 Waiting through the afternoon again.