Waiting Room
Ásgeir Trausti Einarsson, Einar Georg Einarsson, Þorsteinn Einarsson, Pétur Ben, Ásgeir Trausti Einarsson
I was away when I heard
the news
my brother called me up
from the damned waiting room
I got a ticket to ride
back home
my mind was racing
in fear of the unknown
I saw a dry barren land
all looked so lifeless and bland
on my way
wait up before you cross the lake
down by the ocean we hoped
to build a house
tune into the sound of waves
and watch the sun go down
riding along the open road
in a haze
it only took hours
but felt like many days
I saw a dry barren land
all looked so lifeless and bland
the road into town seemed so long
the bird’s sang a sad sad song
on my way
wait up before you cross the lake