Waited for her to call Waited for her to end it all this way Waited for the sound Then there'd be no sense in running round And I don't care about it I don't cry about it I just die You can't take this too much more But find its better than before Better than before Thought I'd seen it all Thought I'd seen it always done that way Which is what I found Then there'd be no sense in running around And I don't care about it I don't cry about it I just die We used to say Everything would be OK Now it seems You take a hammer to my dreams