Whitney Ross-Barris

Lyrics

Stuck
In a dead-end job.
Another day in this apartment
Just trying to pay my rent.
I’m outta luck.
I’m running outta time.
And the ticking of the clock
Is like the latching of a lock.

And I
Can’t keep up
With the pace
Of the pack.
I may run
Right beside
But I just keep on
Turning back.

I wish they knew
How I long
To feel the sun upon my skin
And to be stronger
Than the person
I have been
In the past,
And I’m Just Waiting to be Asked.

To take a chance
To take a walk and get a drink
To be asked
“What do you think
About the world?
What’s your point of view?”
I’d say “I’d really like to quit,
Because I just don’t give a shit.”

And I’m losing faith
That I’ll ever get out.
When you’re caught
On the wheel
And it’s spinning you round.
And around and around
And the days
That used to tear me apart
Begin to play
upon the strings of my heart
As they pass.
And I’m Just Waiting to be Asked.

Stuck
In a dead-end job.
Another day in this apartment
Just trying to pay my rent.
I’m outta luck.
I’m running outta time.
And the ticking of the clock
Feels like the latching of a lock.

And I fear
That I’ll never move on.
They won’t care,
They won’t know if I’m gone.
I’ve been lost,
I’m adrift,
I’ve been left
At the bottom of a glass.
And I’m Just Waiting to be Asked.