Waiting To Talk Lyrics - Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire

Everybodys talking 

Nobodys listening 

And everybodys sweating 

And nobodys glistening 

Nobody knows what hes thinking 

Doesnt really step out even when hes drinking 

And it seems kind of creepy 

Seems like the kind that stalks 

Nobody knows when hes sinking 

Always looks so pensive whether or not hes thinking 

And to him it seems, to him it screams 

Everyones just waiting to talk 

And everyones waiting to talk, Lord 

Its all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls 

In the bus stations, bathroom stalls 

Yeah, it seems everyones just waiting to talk 

What must he be thinking? 

Can we even guess? 

Hes 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 its all just a pointless equation 

This parabolic conversation 

Like two distinct lines 

Never the twain shall meet 

Never? No never 

Nobody knows what hes thinking 

Doesnt really step out even when hes drinking 

Yes, to him it seems to certain extremes 

That everyones waiting to talk 

And everyones waiting to talk, Lord 

Its all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls 

Everybodys talking, nobodys listening 

Everybodys sweating, nobodys glistening 

And so it seems that 

Everyone's just waiting to talk