“Beware of poets who read their poetry in public – they may have other bad habits.” – Robert Heinlein
I’m listening to Tom Waits — wishing I had his voice
I live in LA — and I like it
I’m calling old friends I haven’t seen in years — hoping the wounds have healed
And I’m waiting to fall in love again
I joke about marriage — easy to cover tears with laughter
I read everything I can get my hands on — you are what you eat
I’m writing poetry again — bad habits die hard
And I’m waiting to fall in love again
I eat lots of noodles — they’re cheap
I don’t own a TV — it’s the enemy
I’m trying to get rid of my gut — but the noodles are cheap
And I’m waiting to fall in love again
I try not to call her — she might be with someone else
I try not to listen to the radio — the songs get it wrong
I tried going on a date — I couldn’t be with someone else
And I’m waiting to fall in love again
You saw me and said hello — I said its been so long
You asked how she was doing — I said I didn’t know
I asked how you were doing — you told me
I’m waiting to fall in love again
We sit on the couch — its good to watch bad movies
We hold on tight — like we’re afraid to let go
We kiss — and we don’t stop
And we’re waiting
Waiting to fall in love again