Watching Paint Dry

I'm sitting here in hope that I
Can get some peace of mind,
And I'm hoping that the paint fumes
Will provide me with the time
To think about how I will go
And turn this house into a home
For all of us.

I painted it on monday and
It's drying still today.
And off the walls but on my mind's
That horrible wallpaper
That was pasted on the walls
And made the room feel rather small
And dark and sad.

So I laid down the paper and
Picked up my brushes to start.
Painting over this old home
To make it feel like it's my own
But desperate not to be alone
Cause this home needs a heart

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls
And every time I think I hear
The sound of someone coming near
I turn to see who's there and there is
Never anybody there at all.

Yesterday the room was grey
But now it's kinda blue.
It makes the room feel larger
It's an incandescent hue
That makes me think of electricity
And people living in the city below.

I worked the first half of my life
To spend the second in this place,
And I'm only just discovering
Part of the human race that's looking
Round for someone they would like to
Spend the days and maybe nights to
Fall in love with one another
Settle down, become a mother,

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls,
Staring blankly to the ether
Wondering if I could even
Be the man that somebody would
Like to give their all, and I'm
Watching the paint dry on the walls
And I'll wait for opportunity to call.