Waitin' On Betsy

 

Hot butter and brandy

I'm waitin' on Betsy

She's gone to the Halloween dance

Her mother shows me pictures

Of Betsy as a baby

But I'm waiting for a closer glance

Cars whish by

Taillights in the rain

Turn my head to the window

Nose pressed on the pane

I was dreaming about tomorrow

And wondering what things would change

Watered down relations

New York conversations

Talking to women, drinking cold, stale beer

All of us giving

And dying to be living

But I'm just living to see Betsy here

Or maybe in some country way up north

Living her dream.

Maybe up on the old front porch

Or a lonesome city street

Or maybe on some cold night

Maybe on a Halloween

 

©2005 / Words & Music by Patrick Weathers / Timber Sheik Songs, BMI

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