Waiting on the Ground by J Church Lyrics

Everyone's singing the white boy blues
Haven't they heard the news?
You can't get away with that attitude until you've paid your dues
You're writing us checks on an empty account
We know what you're all about
All of the style with none of the substance
It's all smoke and mirrors

It's my favorite shade
It's a black and white
Your fascination with telescopes won't let you see the light
Telescopes won't let you see the light
Telescopes won't let you see the light

Playing in basements and playing in clubs
Playing wherever you can
Touring the States eight hours a day
In a shitty, fucked up, rental van
Feeling like crap and eating shit
Living on next to nothing
Go back home to your shitty job
I don't feel that I owe you anything
You can't turn around
It's too late for that now
Don't expect to see your friends waiting on the ground
Don't expect to see them on the ground
Friends are only friends when you're around