Sitting Waiting Wishing

I've been wracking my brain, trying to remember if someone has already alluded to this song here on a Thursday. I can't find any record of it, so if I am a copy cat, please forgive me.

I literally spent all day in the waiting room of the ER today. I was asked to take a sick co-worker to the hospital (the closest form of any medical treatment center around), and though we arrived at 11:15, we didn't leave until 4:00. And they didn't call Mr. Sick Andinfirm into the back until 3:00.

So on my way home, I had this song stuck in my head, and decided to make it fit. Enjoy! (And my deepest apologies to Mr. Jack Johnson, for tarnishing such a brilliant piece of lyrical genius.)

Well I was sitting waiting wishing
You believed in quick admission
Then maybe you’d see the signs
This coughing/hacking isn’t cool
And to make him wait is just really cruel
And this waiting room is starting to look too small

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?

I try to read the book I brought
But the soaps are on and it’s just too hot
Putting up with this isn’t worth the treats in the ‘burban
And maybe you’re swamped like you say you be
But there’s no one here
So it’s hard see
That you’re not just making us wait because you can

I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you
I can’t always be playing, playing your fool

I’m waiting here now
And so patiently
Won’t you please let him in
And stop his coughing?
Keep building us up, then sitting us down
Well I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well if I was in your position
I’d get this boy a quick admission
I’d wonder why it’d taken me so long
But goodness knows that I’m not you
And if I was, I wouldn’t be so cruel
‘Cause waiting on docs ain’t so easy to do

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?
No I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you
I can’t always be playing, playing your fool

Fool.