The Day After Whenever

Pick it up put it down
This indecision wears me out I’m so tired of hanging around
Look me up when you next touch down I’m waiting
You left town it was understood
I’d have to try to occupy
This time however I could
Look me up when you next touch down I’m waiting

Well all this satisfaction seems to leave you wanting more
That’s more or less the worst thing you could do

Call me up when you can
This miscommunication gets
So I stop listening before I began
Look me up when you next touch down I’m waiting

Contradict to countermand
I feel the need to just concede I’m so tired of making a stand
Look me up when you next touch down I’m waiting

Well all this satisfaction seems to leave you wanting more
That’s more or less the worst thing you could do

Feel so good I could be wrong
It’s all been said a whole lot better In that Brendan Benson song
Look me up when you next touch down I’m waiting
Look me up when you next touch down I’m waving, waving

All you ever seem to do is even up the score
And all the points you’re counting, well they don’t count anymore
With the ricochets from parting shots still bouncing ’round the room
Stay still and hope that they hit something soon