Since Mr. Beckett's Come to Stay

Watching and waiting for a package from Godot
She wrote him a letter four years ago
She reads her paper every Sunday afternoon
Biding time 'till nightfall
But it always comes too...
Soon we'll be ready for her passion play to start
She's the director but she never gets lead parts
When the curtain falls will it be the same
Dying an empty death on an empty stage
Every night's the same way
And the backdrops never change
I think it's always been this way
Since Mr. Beckett's come to stay

How will i know what you want from me
If it's not in the script you wrote
You need an audience to share your pain
But there's no one there
There's no one there to save you from yourself
She reads the paper every Sunday afternoon
Biding time 'till nightfall
But it always comes too soon

Changing the colors of your hair just for fun
Rip off your clothes you're not offending anyone
Mr. Beckett says two more days and then he's on his way
But you know better than that by now
You know better than that by now
Every night's the same way
And the backdrops never change
I think it's always been this way
Since Mr. Beckett's come to stay