THE WAITING GAME (Paul O’Brien)

 

A lonely girl sat on a stool

He box lay by her side.

Staring at the door beyond

Wishing it to open wide.

“Why do you look so sad?” I asked,

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’ve been waiting for ‘The Voice’” she said,

“Since nineteen ninety four”

 

IS SHE SITTING IN THE TRAIN

OR WALKING IN THE RAIN?

OR TRYING TO FIND A PLACE

TO PARK THE CAR?

SHE HAS US WORRIED SICK

AND IF SHE DOES’NT GET HERE QUICK

WE’LL HAVE TO PLAY

THE “MAID BEHIND THE BAR”

 

The fiddler has another drink

And rosins up his bow,

Banjo’s at his left hand

He’s ready for to go.

He set up the gear and cables

And tested “One, two, three”

He even put a microphone

Where ‘The Voice’ should be.

 

The bloke with the guitar

Checks out the list of songs,

He’s sorting out the slow ones

The short ones and the long

He’s putting all the papers

In the order they belong

And he’s hoping he won’t have to sing

About “The Rocks Of Bawn”