| On Your Way Music and lyrics by Tracey Leanne Lutz |
| Background I wrote this song when I first got together with Alan. I haven't played it since. Dedication Alan |
| Lyrics Verse 1: All dressed up no place to go. I don’t like to sit here all alone In a skirt red shirt sexy underwear. Why do I wear it if you don’t care? You’re not here and you’re not on your way. Verse 2: Saturday night all by myself. TV land is so much hell Tap my pen across the crossword page. 5-letter word for blatant rage? You’re not here and you’re not on your way. Chorus: Why’d you say you’d call If you didn’t mean it at all? Oh it hurts. Oh it stings. Thinking I should call you, Then the phone rings Verse 3: Forgive you too easily. Then again why not? Anger’s such a waste of time, I’ll just think my happy thoughts ‘Cause you’re not here, but you’re now on your way. So I’ll sit here and think of what I’ll say. Chorus 2: Like why’d you tell me you were on your way? You’re not here yet, I don’t know what to say. Oh it hurts. Oh it stings. Thinking I should give up, Then the doorbell rings. Interlude: Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go get the door. Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go get the door. Verse 4: Now you’re at the door I think I’ll make you wait a minute. You don’t understand the situation until you’re in it. Because you’re now here, but I’m not on my way to the door. Gonna make you wait, why I’m not sure. What was that? I think I heard a car door slam. I look up, I see you pulling away. Damn. Chorus 3: Why are girls so stupid? They all think that they are cupid. Oh it hurts. Oh it stings. Knowing I won’t go out until my alarm clock rings. Tomorrow morning. Verse 5: All dressed up no place to go, it’s my fault I sit here all alone, In a skirt red shirt sexy underwear, why do I wear it, it isn’t fair. You’re not here, and you’re not on your way. You’re not here and you’re not on your way. |