I've been thinking. I've been humming. I've been picking. And I've been strumming. Just waiting. Waiting on a song. I've been hitching. I've been thumbing. I can almost hear one coming. I'm just waiting. Waiting on a song. I look down in my pocket. Underneath the bed. I walked under a lamp post. And one hit me on the head. Am I blind or too dumb to see?. All the sounds surrounding me. I'm just waiting. Waiting on a song. You can look up at the stars. Bow your head and count the cars. You'll still be waiting. Waiting on a song. Might be a blue bird or a crow. On a cord between two posts. They're just waiting. Waiting on a song. Songs don't blow on trees. You gotta pick them out the breeze. You fall down on your knees. And pray one comes along. When those railroad gates come down. You gotta stop and turn around. Or you'll be waiting. Waiting on a song. You'll be waiting. Waiting on a song