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• Artiste: Don Henley
• Titre: Waiting Tables
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She grew up tall in a timber town Where trees were not the only things that were fallin' down The breezes through the pines were blowin' bittersweet They blew the papers down the dead-end street She married a boy as soon as she got out of school But he turned out to be a reckless fool Gone are the days when she was worry-free Now she's a single mom; she's only twenty-three And she's wailing tables, she's just waiting tables She's learned a lot about people - more than she ever wanted to know She's just waiting tables, waiting tables Biding her time until there's somewhere else to go When her workin' day is done, she tallies up her tips And she sighs, "Dear Lord above, there must be more than this." Someday she'll see this misery in her rear-view mirror But for today she'll find a way to get along right here And she's waiting tables, she's just waiting tables She's learned a lot about people - more than she ever wanted to know She's just waiting tables, waiting tables Biding her time until there's somewhere else to go One rainy night, a handsome man came in Said he was bound for parts unknown They talked and talked until the moon went down But in the mornin' he was gone Waiting tables, she's just waiting tables Another year or two and she'll be movin' on She's just waiting tables, waiting tables Holding her own till somethin' better comes along Waiting tables, she's just waiting tables Biding her time till somethin' better comes along