Waiting to Talk

Everybody's talking Nobody's listening And everybody's sweating And nobody's glistening Nobody knows what he's thinking Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking And it seems kind of creepy Seems like the kind that stalks Nobody knows when he's sinking Always looks so pensive whether or not he's thinking And to him it seems, to him it screams Everyone's just waiting to talk And everyone's waiting to talk, Lord It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls In the bus stations, bathroom stalls Yeah, it seems everyone's just waiting to talk What must he be thinking? Can we even guess? He's not really linking Himself with the rest Does he know our big secret? Has one of us confessed? 'Bout the wires circuits and motors And are buried in our chest And it's all just a pointless equation This parabolic conversation Like two distinct lines Never the twain shall meet Never? No never Nobody knows what he's thinking Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking Yes, to him it seems to certain extremes That everyone's waiting to talk And everyone's waiting to talk, Lord It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls Everybody's talking, nobody's listening Everybody's sweating, nobody's glistening And so it seems that Everyone's just waiting to talk