Terry Wayne Conder - Waiting On Me (feat. Shawn Fussell & Matt Beasley)

That little gray dress and them big red heels walkin' straight up to me
You got your right hand inside of mine but your eyes won't look at me

I can't get my head to shake the thought that there's no damn way she's real
Till I hear your voice on the telephone, I got my hands on the steering wheel

I'm gonna drive wherever you want me to go
I'm gonna fly, no sense in taking it slow
I'll be alright when I'm where you want me to be
So I'm gonna drive, drive, as long as you're waitin' on me

Yeah, we spent a couple nights talkin' about everything but God and politics
Talked about friends and family, baby, how junk food makes me sick

Like to play a little Hootie on my old six string you're in love with Darius
I can only hope that one of these days my voice will melt your heart like his

And I'm gonna drive wherever you want me to go
I'm gonna fly, no sense in taking it slow
I'll be alright when I'm where you want me to be
So I'm gonna drive, drive, as long as you're waitin' on me

Yeah, it's been too long, too long to wait till I see you again
I know you ain't really comfortable with me sayin' that I miss

The way those dimples light up your face and the taste of your cherry lips
I'll just write it down on a piece of paper and only sing it

When I'm driving wherever you want me to go
I'll be flying, no sense in taking it slow
I'll be alright when I'm where you want me to be
So I'm gonna drive, drive, as long as you're waitin' on me

And I'm gonna drive wherever you want me to go
And I'm gonna fly, no sense in taking it slow
I'll be alright when I'm where you want me to be
So I'm gonna drive, drive, as long as you're waitin' on me

Written by:
Terry Conder

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