Waiting for Marty Songtext
von Kelly Joe Phelps

Bourbon soda over ice in the basement shade
Got it made, no one here, just the beer man′s dog
Howling at the moon, he's gnawing on a bone

Waiting for Marty to get home, home
Waiting for Marty to get home

Barty′s in the bathhouse yanking out the gray
Getting older ain't a party, it's a goddamn play
The underdogs huddle, they can see the writer coming

Waiting for Marty to get home, home
Waiting for Marty to get home

Used to be a girl then, a woman in nothing
Quilters in a corner by the old console
The phone rings once a day just like a dog


Waiting for Marty to get home
Waiting for Marty to get home

And he′ll blend in with the city
Yeah, the water ain′t cold
He doesn't talk, he wants to think now that he can′t anymore
The baseball game is over and there's food left in the fridge

Waiting for Marty to get home, home
Waiting for Marty to get home

The milkman doesn′t stop here
Yeah, the bone is chilled to bits
A stack of mail and old newspapers in the overgrown yard
The lame bulb on the back porch takes its last breath

Waiting for Marty to get home, home
Waiting for Marty to get home, home
Waiting for Marty to get home