and so, Annie waits,
Annie waits, Annie waits
for a call from a friend
the same, it's the same,
why's it always the same?
Annie waits for the last time
the clock never stops,
never stops, never waits
she's growing old, it's getting late
and so he forgot,
he forgot, maybe not —
maybe he's been seriously hurt
would that be worse?
headlights crest the hill
shadows pass her by and out of sight
Annie sees in dreams:
Friday bingo, pigeons in the park
Annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
Annie says, "You see?
this is why I'd rather be alone."
and so, Annie waits,
Annie waits, Annie waits
for a call from a friend
the same, it's the same,
why's it always the same?
Annie waits as the last...
headlights crest the hill
who will be the one forever more
Annie, I could be
if we're both still lonely when we're old
Annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
Annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
Annie waits, but not for me
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