finally going home

I was waiting for something to happen
I was hoping something would change
I was tired of feeling like a passenger
for a ride that never came
so I waited
and I waited
and I waited again some more
then I finally had enough
and I walked right out that door
and I made my escape
into the great unknown
I was finally going home

"what do you want me to do?" I asked
silence was the reply
I thought about all the possible answers
that flew in the open sky
so I waited
and I waited
and I waited like I always do
waiting for the possibilities
an occasional dream to come true
and I made my escape
and I started alone
I was finally going home

my life is as boring as can be
I keep looking for a sign
I wait by the mailbox anxiously
but I'm beginning to feel resigned
but I still wait
and I wait
and I've waited as long as I can
all of this useless waiting
I still don't understand
still I made my escape
into the danger zone
I was finally going
I was finally going
home