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Your wheels might be moving, crossing county linesbut you ain't going nowhere.Watcha doing, following those yellow lines,you think you got a heart to repair.Ain't nothing out there that's gonna fix you upso I'll sit here and wait, sipping from your empty cup'til you come homeYour feet might be walking away from where I ambut you know you never did leave.So go on talking 'bout finding another manand wearing your heart on your sleeve.Sooner than later, you will feel regretso I'll sit here and wait, smoking your last cigarette'til you come homeThe hands on the clock will still keep a-moving, the seasons'll continue to turn,but time really stopped when you left and you know itwon't start again 'til you return.Nothing you find will match what you already gotso I'll sit here and wait, staring at this broken watch'til you come home From Letras Mania