Waiting for the Punchline

You came and went away
Left me wide-eyed wondering what I know
Like rain, you crept away
Left me high and dry on down the road
And I’m waiting for the punchline
But I’ve been here for seven days
It’s a shameful price to pay
Then I wasn’t, was still dead and broke
The way I feel today
Makes me wonder if life is truly a joke
Well I’m waiting for the punchline
And I’ve been here for seven days
I’m waiting for the puncline
And I’ve been here for seven days
My daddy told me about the likes of you
My mama told me about the likes of you
My preacher told me about the likes of you
I tried to tell myself about the likes of you
Sometimes I wonder how
You do the things you do and sleep at night
The lines are clearly drawn
And so is you and you are always right
And I’m waiting for the punchline
But I’ve been here for seven days
Sometimes I roll the dice
You pack your bags and steal away the night
And I will always know
The way you lie and it will be your life
And I’m waiting for the puncline
But I’ve been here for seven days
And I’m waiting for the punchline
But I’ve been here for seven days
My daddy told me about the likes of you
My mama told me about the likes of you
My preacher told me about the likes of you
I tried to tell myself about the likes of you
I’m fascinated with people who live their lives in chains
I’ve always hated the way you lie and play a high fast game
And if I waited, would my life be such a cryin' shame?
I’m fascinated with the life of lies and shame
My daddy told me about the likes of you
My mama told me about the likes of you
My preacher told me about the likes of you
I tried to tell myself about the likes of you
My daddy told me about the likes of you
My mama told me about the likes of you
My preacher told me about the likes of you
I tried to tell myself about the likes of you
My daddy told me
My mama told me
My preacher told me
Peter Jennings told me
Daddy
Mama
Preacher
Jennings