Ben Folds

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 passing by and out of sight
Woo hoo
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 wait, 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?
Woo hoo
Annie I could be
If we're both still loney 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 for the last time
Annie waits but not for me.