The Waiting Room
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| Song Length |
3:32 |
| Primary Genre |
Folk-Contemporary |
| Secondary Genre |
Folk-Country |
| Tempo / Feel |
Slow (71 - 90) |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Sadness |
| Subject Matter 2 |
Fear |
| Mood 1 |
Poignant |
| Mood 2 |
Moving |
| Similar Artist 1 |
James Taylor |
| Similar Artist 2 |
Willie Nelson |
| Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
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| Lyric Credits |
Dan Lowe |
| Music Credits |
Dan Lowe |
| Producer Credits |
Dan Lowe & Dean Baskerville |
| Publisher Credits |
N/A |
| Performance Credits |
Dan Lowe |
| Label Credits |
N/A |
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The waiting room of any hospital is a lnoely and fearful place in which you have no control over the events affecting your life...
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The Waiting Room
Copyright © 2010 Dan Lowe
Words & Music by Dan Lowe
All rights reserved
Reprinted by permission
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(Verse 1)
A Styrofoam cup of hospital coffee
Another night of not enough sleep
While back home on the table
Sits a stack of unopened mail
Some unpaid bills that'll just have to keep
(Chorus 1)
'Cause here in this waiting room
Time lies suspended
Between hope and gloom
You learn to dance to someone else's tune
Won't you join me on the dance floor...
Of this waiting room
(Verse 2)
You move to a song
That you've heard once too often
Like perfect strangers holding hands
Through the moments you remember
And those you hope end up forgotten
You find a way to hold on to whatever you can
(Chorus 2)
'Cause here in this waiting room
Lives are upended
And some end too soon
You're forced to dance to someone else's tune
Won't you join me on the dance floor...
Of this waiting room
(Bridge)
It's a bitter pill to swallow
To hear them say she might not make it through
And I can't stop my mind from racing
Or my eyes from looking hollow
Or my hands from feeling helpless
No matter what I do
(Ending chorus)
'Cause here in this waiting room
There's no silver bullet
There's no silver spoon
Instead you dance to someone else's tune
Won't you join me on the dance floor...
Yeah, you'll find me on the dance floor...
So, come meet me on the dance floor...
Of this waiting room
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