Lyrics
[Intro - Driving organ + guitar 🔥]
(8 bars: That Styx signature—
hammond organ locked to driving guitar,
arena rock pulse underneath,
slightly manic energy from bar 1.
.)
[Verse 1 - The waiting 🎙️☕]
[Energy: Restless, controlled—
the manic energy of someone
who has been here before
and hates that he's here again]
[Instrumentation: Organ underneath,
driving guitar rhythm,
bass locked to kick,
slightly punchy mix]
It's five o'clock on a Tuesday
The phone is doing what it does
Which is nothing
Which is everything
Which is all it ever was
I sent the applications
I talked to the recruiter twice
She said she'd circle back on Friday
Friday came and went like ice
[Pre-Chorus 🔥]
[Energy: The restlessness
cracking through the surface]
[Vocal: More urgent, the manic
energy of the original
beginning to show]
[Instrumentation: Organ swells,
guitar drives harder,
drums intensify]
The clock is loud when nobody's calling
The silence has a sound
I've been waiting on the world to move
While the world just spins around
[Chorus - Arena rock 🔥]
[Energy: Full Styx—
driving, slightly unhinged,
the specific energy of a man
vibrating with nowhere to go]
[Vocal: Full theatrical power,
arena rock delivery,
slightly manic joy in the misery]
[Instrumentation: Full band locked—
organ blazing, guitar driving,
bass thundering, drums punching,
that specific Styx arena sound]
Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away
Too much time on my hands
Another waiting day
Phone on the table
Resume sent
Too much time on my hands
And it's already spent
[Verse 2 - The shift beginning 💪🔥]
[Energy: Still restless—
but something else entering,
the man who can't sit still
finding something to do
with the stillness]
[Vocal: Slightly more assured,
the theatrical quality now
carrying something underneath it]
[Instrumentation: Guitar riff shifts—
slightly more complex,
organ locked underneath]
So I opened up the laptop
At two o'clock this morning
Built another piece of something
Nobody gave me warning
That I'd find myself here building
What I used to pay someone to do
That the waiting room would turn into
A workshop I walked into
[Pre-Chorus 2 🔥]
[Energy: The question arriving—
still restless but now
the restlessness has direction]
[Vocal: More urgent, the question
genuine not rhetorical]
[Instrumentation: Organ swells,
full band building]
I know this business better
Than the people who won't call
So why am I still waiting
On anyone at all
[Chorus 🔥]
Too much time on my hands
It's ticking away
Too much time on my hands
Another waiting day
Phone on the table
Resume sent
Too much time on my hands
And it's already spent
[Bridge - The real question 💪😢]
[Energy: Sudden drop—
organ alone, sparse,
the theatrical energy
stripped to something honest]
[Instrumentation: Organ alone bars 1-4,
bass enters bar 5,
guitar enters bar 9,
full band bar 13 building
back to arena energy]
[Vocal: Less theatrical here—
just the man, just the question,
no
