Personal Big Bang - Naomi

You’re waiting for your personal big bang

Waiting for your personal big bang

Contemplating what you want

Hating what you’ve got

Waiting for your personal big bang

Is this a good day?

How can you tell

The girl in the stupid dress is wearing it well

She’s making her exit, she’s leaving a scent

Of rainfall and corn flakes, of nights being spent

You keep reading the paper, keep scanning the crowd

All the while wondering what you’re about

And what is important, and whether you’re real

And where you are headed, and who’s at the wheel

You’re waiting for your personal big bang

Waiting for your personal big bang

Contemplating what you want

Hating what you’ve got

Waiting for your personal big bang

You feel like pretending even when you’re not

What makes people peaceful?

What have they got?

Maybe a novel, maybe a song

But even the first lines come out all wrong

Maybe be famous, maybe just hang

Trying to make contact, but the phone never rang

The movie was boring, the weather’s a drag

But the sun would change nothin', the heavens still sag

You’re waiting for your personal big bang

Waiting for your personal big bang

Contemplating what you want

Hating what you’ve got

Waiting for your personal big bang

Waiting, dreaming, doing absolutely nothing