Waiting from Figures (EP) by Daniel Talamantes

Windows down, radio low
With the weight of tired eyes

Spring hours here, moving slow
Like one long waking sigh

One more client... Four more to go
I'll be working all night

Through the rear view window
shining white light

I'm just waiting for...
working...
never making ends...

See you standing, in yellow fields
see your house on that hill
I know these dreams were always built to spill

You're so many miles away
You live in another time
I'm working to have these measures align

I'm just waiting for...
working...
never making ends...

I'm just waiting for...
(What do these hours have to show?)
working...
(Running through sunlit groves?)
never making ends...
(Shadows reaching from the groves?)

A listless climb for endless labor
You bend your knees for their favor
One gold star for good behavior
And you'll condemn to your good savior


I'm just waiting for...
(What do these hours have to show?)
working...
(Running through sunlit groves?)
never making ends...
(Shadows reaching from the groves?)

• Acoustic
• California
• Daniel Talamantes
• alt-country
• singer-songwriter
• California