Waiting it out, I'm much at loss of my play on words However nice it was to sing your praise Been floating around above middle ground between a vital stage And bridges that mark the border of now And that first Sunday morning feeling What a Sunday morning feeling What a Sunday morning feeling Doing my best as a silent worker on the case I save the best move for last Oh but take it all in What you want won't always be so set in stone How bout a dose of impulse for the summer's longest evening? It's the summer's longest evening It's the summer's longest evening Fighting off all expectations before they're set in stone I plan on saving the best move for last