Still Waiting - Mark Wills

He should have been out playin'

But he sat on his front step

All day he’s been there waiting

And nobody’s showed up yet

His dad said he’d come get him

Bright and early Sunday morn'

But his mom knows he’s forgotten

Like he has since he was born

But he’s still waiting, he’s still waiting

He might be around the corner

Or just right down the street

He’s still waiting, he’s still waiting

He tells his mom, «Don't worry

This time he’ll come get me»

He’s still waiting

A group home in Kentucky

She’s been there for a while

They tell her that she’s lucky

She’s such a pretty child

Somebody’s gonna take you

And raise you as their own

She never knew her parents

And she’s never had a home

But she’s still waiting, she’s still waiting

They might be around the corner

Or just right down the street

She’s still waiting, she’s still waiting

She tells 'em, «I don’t worry

Someone will come for me»

She’s still waiting

They’re children of the needle

The bottle and the poor

The sum of broken people

Who can’t go on no more

Sad eyes and dirty faces

City streets and dirt roads

Their lives are slowly wasting

While everybody knows

They’re still waiting, they’re still waiting

All the little faces different races

Who don’t know what love is

They’re still waiting, they’re still waiting

All the sones and daughters of missing fathers

Who never miss their kids

They’re still waiting, they’re still waiting, they’re still waiting