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You can't be sure it's not a test Staring at the kite high in the air You think you just might make a break As the glass string slides across your hands And we're all waiting here We're all waiting here for something You hear the sounds of ghetto birds Siren songs and blue street corner lights The watchposts, manned by silent ghosts, Chase away the traffic for a while And we're all waiting here We're all waiting here for something We all set up shop Just a couple blocks away And we're all keeping occupied at night And we'll try another time When the breezes blow just right When the city finally starts to breathe The harbor wind is bound to turn We'll just have to wait and see You think you just might see her face SongtexteStaring out on Frederick Ave. at night But she's dreaming, trying to form the shapes Of Baltimore, 1955 And we're all waiting here We're all waiting here for something The press board went up fast Only decay lasts 'round here We're all keeping occupied at night And we'll try another time When the breezes blow just right When the city finally starts to breathe The harbor wind is bound to turn We'll just have to wait and see You're up now You're up now Aus Songtexte Mania