If the wanting don't do you Then the waiting sure will 'Cause the bottom does drop out If you're hoping to fill The shoes of another With great big ideals Just waiting for I'm waiting for A little of the gold I carried my hallowed halo hung low And I want you to notice And I need you to know That the guardians keep praying But they're praying too slow To get me oh Oh to get me oh A ticket to the show Don't start that crying now, oh, oh, oh Went the beggars sing their song They'd say their chance has gone It's a battle 'til I'm old and gray Don't start that crying now, oh, oh, oh Went the beggars sing their song They swear their chance has gone It's a battle 'til I'm old and gray