Waiting in Line

I stay home, you go to work
I’ll sleep in your Jesus shirt
Lose my I.D. to the bar
Who’s that kid getting on the streetcar?
Waiting in line
Queuing up for the very last time
Waiting in in line for you
And if I wait
Come and see me I’ll be lying in state
Waiting in line for you
You can fake it and take the pill
I’ll sleep on the windowsill
Sophie says she’s gonna pay you back
But how can you trust a hippie like that?
Waiting in line
Queuing up for the very last time
Waiting in in line for you
And if I wait
Come and see me I’ll be lying in state
I’ll even use the same excuse that you did
Yeah, you
She held you in the palm of her hand
Under the fake palms on the wall
Tattoos on the face of the man
In the fur coat in the hall
He doesn’t blink or hold a drink
Or work at the grocery store
You study the sink and you try not to think
What breed of beast protects the back door
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know, no
Waiting in line
Queuing up for the very last time
Waiting in in line for you
And if I wait
Come up and see me I’ll be lying in state
Waiting in line for you
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna ever know