I was walking the street just the other daynWhen I saw a favorite girl of mine coming up the other waynStopped on the street corner to say hellonFrom the look, eyes, body language, should have braced for so much morennWho do you think you are Mr. Guitar Man?nStruttin' so tall like only Chicken Little cannWith your cornered glance and that flirty looknYou attention-starved whore, boy, you wrote that booknnShe left me waiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonWaiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonnWith the fear of God in me you know I neared my stepnTried to keep up my pace felt like I broke my necknWhen I looked back just to see if it was all a jokenSaw all my old lovers, all the hearts I brokennSo I went down to the bar to drink to my good time friendsnAll their hearts were broken and they had no end to lend to a strung outnAnd misplaced, I-move-to-this-place pathetic little hipster'snGonna get punched in the facennWaiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonWaiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonnI don't want to be that boy with a gun in his handnFiring two in the blue screaming, This land is my land!n'Cause this land is our land, and this land is freenAnd that's what I tell the children when they're murdering mennWhen I'm waiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonWaiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonnWaiting on highnYou know it hurts me sonWaiting on highnIt hurts me so