Wait Till Three
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

What can I do, about nothing at all
What can I do, while I, sit on the wall
My world is divided, I remain undecided
I sit here in silence and wait for the fall

So much I could do, but I can't find my shoe
I have one on my left foot, the right one is gone
I look at the floor, can't get to the door
Then I stop, to answer the phone

It was no one I knew, 
I don't know why they called
They asked for somebody, I just said "who?"
They hung up, 
that is all

[instrumental]

So what was I doing? Looking for my shoe
I don't care anymore, I am tired and bored
I could watch TV, nothing I care to see
I'll lay down, skip lunch, and get up at three

What can I do, about nothing at all
What can I do, while I, sit on the wall
My world is divided, I remain undecided
I sit here in silence and wait for the fall

I was waiting for you,
I was hoping you'd call
What I heard was not you, I don't care who it was
They hung up,
That is all

sit here in silence and wait for the fall

[outro]

Wait Till Three Blues

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Wait Till Three Blues

I and Ai