Waiting Tables

She grew up tall in a timber town.

But trees were not the only things that was falling down
Breezes thru the pines was blowing bittersweet
They blew the papers down the dead end street.

She married a boy, soon as she got out of school
But he turned out to be a reckless fool
And gone are the days, when she was worry free
Now she's a single mom, she's only twenty-three.

And she's waiting tables, she's just waiting tables
She's learned a lot about people
More than she ever wanted to know.

She's just waiting tables, waiting tables
Biding her time until there's somewhere else to go.

Well her working day is done, she tallies up her tips
She sighs, dear Lord above there must be more than this.

Some-day she'll see this misery in her rear view mirror
But for today she'll find a way to get along right here
And she's waiting tables, she's just waiting tables.

She's learned a lot about people
More than she ever wanted to know.

She's just waiting tables, waiting tables
Biding her time until there's somewhere else to go.

One rainy night a handsome man came in
Said he was bound for parts unknown
They talked and talked, until the moon went down
But in the morning he was gone.

Waiting tables, she's just waiting tables
Another year or two, she'll be moving on
She's just waiting tables, waiting tables.

Holding her own until something better comes along
Waiting tables, she's just waiting tables
Biding her time until something better comes along.