A restless time in my hotel room Nothing going on it seems Misty rain outside and in my mind To clear the cobwebs in my head I walked alone on Frankfort streets In the light of shadowed neon signs
They were waiting They were waiting They were waiting for a man to arrive Waiting for a man to arrive
The streets were mixed of old and new The stony bricks the concrete smooth Many blocks of camera shops and bars Behind the windows telescopes And photographs of smiling girls In the doorway hidden from the stars
They were waiting They were waiting They were waiting for a man to arrive Waiting for a man to arrive
In thigh view skirt and plastic boots She could have been just 17 One was 30 looking 65 From high school queen to weary frau Expressions mixed on painted lips And each one looking hungry in her eyes
They were waiting They were waiting They were waiting for a man to arrive Waiting for a man to arrive They were waiting for a man to arrive Waiting for a man to arrive...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.