Coffee and Unemployment

Hi all,
This one is from when it was no longer fun to be unemployed - typ winter (february-ish) in 2009. It goes a little smthg like this:

Waiting for the day to come

Waiting for the special one

Who will take her far away

Waiting for the special day

Never ending coffee break

Staring at the street all day

Watching life go by

While it’s hard to tell the weeks apart

It seems she don’t try

She don’t try

She don’t try

Disappointment’s the only thing

Surely left by

By her side

By her side

She could never have known

How fast meaninglessness

Becomes the world’s strongest force

Waiting for the week to end

For a phone call from a friend

For a post card in the mail

For a sign of spring – a snail!

Ever lasting coffee break

Nothing’s really happening

Yesterday was just the same

Evenings wait for mornings

And then

When the night comes

She sings a song to make her sleep

Quite pathetic

Trying to feed her dreams with this:

“Please don’t die yet

Someday your life will be of worth

To somebody

Somewhere

Now sleep and dream of

Someone who will own a horse

Someone with a castle

Where there will be one million doors

That will lead to rooms filled with

Books from floor to ceiling

(I’m sure you know the feeling)

One endless source of happiness

Endless source to dreams about

Someone who will own a horse

Someone with a castle

Where there will be one million doors

That will lead to rooms filled with

Books from floor to ceiling

(I’m sure you know the feeling)

One endless source of happiness

Endless source to dreams about

Someone who will own a horse

Someone with a castle

Where there will be one million doors”

None will lead to this

She is sure