Holding Pattern

I got my left hand down and I’m waiting for that call
I am tuned to the static, I am waiting for that call
Maintaining altitude until I run out of fuel
I can only wait on that call

I’ve grown tired as hell waiting for that call
But I can’t sleep because I’m waiting for that call
My stomach’s rumbling, but I can’t eat a thing
All I can do is wait on that call

I’ve got a buzzing mind and I’m waiting for that call
And a twitching eye because I’m waiting for that call
Could be headed east or west, the sun don’t rise and it never sets
Take another swing around and wait on that call