Waiting Tables - Don Henley
She grew up tall... in a timber town...
But trees were not the only things...
that were falling down...
Breezes thru the pines was blowing bittersweet...
They blew the papers down the dead end street...
She married a boy... soon as she got out of school...
But he turned out to be a reckless fool...
And gone are the days... when she was worry free...
Now she's a single mom... she's only twenty-three...
And she's waiting tables... she's just waiting tables...
She's learned a lot about people,
More than she... ever wanted to know...
She's just waiting tables... waiting tables...
Biding her time until there's... some-where else to go...
Well her working day is done... she tallies up her tips...
She sighs, dear Lord above there must be more than this...
Some-day she'll see this misery in her rear view mirror...
But for today she'll find a way... to get along right here...
And she's waiting tables... she's just waiting tables...
She's learned a lot about people,
More than she... ever wanted to know...
She's just waiting tables... waiting tables...
Biding her time until there's... some-where else to go...
One rainy night a hand-some man came in...
Said he was bound for parts unknown...
They talked and talked... until the moon went down...
But in the morning he was gone...
Waiting tables, she's just waiting tables...
Another year or two... she'll be moving on
She's just waiting tables, waiting tables...
Holding her own until something better comes along...
Waiting tables, she's just waiting tables...
Biding her time until something better comes along...