I’ve been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show
I’ve been listening to the sirens and the radio
He said he’d be over three hours ago
I’ve been waiting for his car on the hill
He makes friends easy
He’s not like me
I watch for judgement anxiously
Now where in the city can that boy be
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill

He’s a real good talker--i think he’s friend
Fast tires come screaming around the bend
But there’s still no buzzer
They roll on...
And-I’m waiting for his car on the hill
It always seems so righteous at the start
When there’s so much laughter
When there’s so much spark
When there’s so much sweetness in the dark
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill