Am I just wasting my time, giving all these dirty looks
Reading up in all these books about communication lines
Am I wasting my time?
Am I wasting my time, writing superficial lines?
If I want to know what matters, do I have to read your mind?
Am I wasting my time?
Am I wasting my time, oh
Wasting my time, oh
Wasting my time, oh
Well, there's nothing more to say, I should end it here today
But this other matter, idle chatter's getting in the way
There's nothing more to say
And on any other day, you know if I could stay
No good time, no rhyme or reason, oh you know I'd have to play
Maybe on a rainy day
Am I wasting my time, oh
Wasting my time, oh
Wasting my time, oh
La la la la
La la la la
Well, there must be something more, something I've not had before
Is it waiting 'round the corner, or behind another door?
There must be something more
There must be something more, something wonderful in store
A fantiferous sensation that will knock me on the floor
There must be something more
Am I wasting my time, oh
Wasting my time, oh
Wasting my time, oh
La la la la
La la la la