Woorden: Ben Folds. Annie Waits.

And so
Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits
For a call from a friend

The same, it's the same
Why's it always the same?
Annie waits for the last time

The clock
Never stops, never stops, never waits
She's growing old, it's getting late

And so he forgot, he forgot, maybe not
Maybe he's been seriously hurt
Would that be worse?

Headlights crest the hill
Shadows pass her by and out of sight
Annie sees in dreams
Friday bingo, pigeons in the park

Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time
Annie says
"You see this is why I'd rather be alone"

And so
Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits
For a call from a friend

The same, it's the same
Why's it always the same?
Annie waits as the last

Headlights crest the hill
Who will be the one forever more?
Annie, I could be
If we're both still lonely when we're old

Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time
Annie waits for the last time
Just the same as the last time

Annie waits
But not for me