im not waiting for a lady

i keep waiting for my friend
but he doesnt come
he never approaches
he never laughs in the dark
he never

i keep waiting for my friend
in a box i wait
on a train shaped like a box
under the ground in a box
in boxes of boxes
of boxes

i keep waiting for a friend
if he doesnt come soon
i will be finished forever with everything
only he could have stopped
and i will read walter scott
and i will never return from scottland
never