‘Cause I want whiskey when I’m sick
And a man when I’m well
But it’s nice to have them both sometimes
When I feel like raising hell.
Hey baby, what’s that sound
I make a few steps and I fall on the ground
It’s a long shot but darling I couldn’t love you more
Now I was sitting waiting wishing
That you believed in superstitions
Then maybe you’d see the signs
But Lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain’t the Lord, no I’m just a fool
Learning loving somebody don’t make them love you
Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
— Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
