What Am I Waiting For - George Strait

It’s six minutes until eleven

The phone rings but it’s never you

I won’t walk the floor

I’ll just watch it

Stood up, impatient, and blue

What am I waiting for?

She might never show

What am I waiting for?

My legs won’t let me go

What am I waiting for?

What am I waiting for?

She’ll never get here

It’s not that I’m worried about her

She’ll think of some brand new excuse

So why am I all alone and crazy?

While she’s having fun running loose

It’s six minutes after eleven

But I’m talking about the next day

Our date was just made to be broken

I guess some things just never change

What am I waiting for?

What am I waiting for?

What am I waiting for?

She’ll never get here