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Cell Phone Lot (The Song)
Waiting at the airport cell phone lot is an efficient waste of time. I'm there right now. To kill some of that time I've written a song. I don't have the melody for it just yet, but maybe you can think of something. Sittin' In The Cell Phone Lot Sittin' in the morning sun I'll be sittin' when the evening comes Watchin' the planes fly in And I watch'em fly away again Sittin' in the cell phone lot Watchin' the cars roll away I'm just sittin' in the cell phone lot Wastin' time I left my home in Dover Headed for Boston's Back Bay 'Cause I had nothin' to live for And looks like nothing's gonna come my way So, I'm just gonna sit in the cell phone lot Watchin' the planes fly away. Look like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what security tells me to do So I guess I'll remain the same Sittin' here resting my phone And this loneliness won't leave me alone It's fifteen miles I roamed Just to make this lot my home Now, I'm just gonna sit in the cell phone lot Watchin' the planes fly away. (Whistling something here would be good) *Tip of the hat to Otis Redding |