Waiting
Waiting by all these dry vines
Yes, I've been waiting, waiting, Lord
For the river-tide to pa** on by
And I know it ain't rolled by yet
Because my ankles and my feet are still wet
And got that same subtle feeling
Behind my ears
Riding
Riding on a mountain goat
But I've been saving, saving, Lord
Saving up to buy myself a speedboat
So that I can leave this land
Put that ever-loving throttle in my hand
And get that same subtle feeling
That I've been searching for for years
Waiting
On a Sunday afternoon
Yes, I know it's Sunday, Lord, Sunday
But I like it in the afternoon
Come Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
I've got too much to do
And Thursday, Friday, Saturday come
I get that same subtle feeling
That I've been searching for for years
Searching for for years
Riding on a billy-goat, saving up to buy myself a speedboat
Yes, I've been riding on a billy-goat, saving up to buy myself a speedboat
So that we can leave this land
Put that ever-loving throttle in my hand
And get that same subtle feeling
That we've been searching for for years