Waiting Room

When will I ever grow up
 When will today be enough
 When will I learn to be here now?
 It's on the other side of the door - that's what i'm looking for
 I have what I need - why do I want more? more?
 Put a lot of pavement on my shoes
 Made a lot of payments on my dues
 I'm running out of patience just like you
 I'll be in the waiting room tomorrow just like today and yesterday
 Why am I still waiting my life away?
 Where will I find the will to stop running and just stand still
 And take a look at the bird in my hand?
 How can I find the faith to drop out of the human race
 And let the future crawl back to it's cage?