Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fleshtones
The Fleshtones
Performer
Keith Streng
Keith Streng
Guitar
Peter Zaremba
Peter Zaremba
Vocals
Michael Giblin
Michael Giblin
Keyboards
Ken Fox
Ken Fox
Bass
Bill Milhizer
Bill Milhizer
Background Vocals
Mike Edison
Mike Edison
Theremin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Streng
Keith Streng
Composer
Peter Zaremba
Peter Zaremba
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Fleshtones
The Fleshtones
Producer
Michael Giblin
Michael Giblin
Producer

Lyrics

I did the last call
Come and go
Turned the lights off
When we didn’t know
No surprise
Everything was long ago
No point hoping and searching where
They’ve already turned up all the chairs
Don’t try to go back
There’ll be nobody there
It ain’t like it was before
Wait at the station
Alone in the dark
Strange shadows creeping
At night in the park
And it’s getting late
What are we still waiting for?
It’s getting late
What are we still waiting for?
With what we’ve got left
Tell me what you'll do
It’s not where we’ve been
It’s where we going to
Make a decision
Before it’s made for you
Tell me what you’re gonna do
This dream’s expiration
Is way past its date
You can stay
But I can’t wait
It’s getting late
What are we still waiting for?
It’s getting late
What are we still waiting for?
It’s all different now, baby
Everything’s changed
What are we still waiting for?
And there ain’t nothing we can do about it
It’s getting late
What are we still waiting for?
It’s getting late
Yeah, I can’t wait
Written by: Keith Streng, Peter Zaremba
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